*Alfred shivers beneath Matthew's touch. It doesn't really tease him anymore - it's as if...as if he was getting a butterfly kiss everywhere a fingertip pressed. It's gentle, and slightly curious but reassuring. He hums in pleasure, trying to relax more, let the sweetness of the situation wash over him.
Until that tongue stirs his lust up once again. It's a wicked, sexy tongue for doing that.*
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Date: 2011-06-14 02:47 am (UTC)Until that tongue stirs his lust up once again. It's a wicked, sexy tongue for doing that.*