[it's a delicious sensation, agonizing past the point of pain and into acute pleasure. Skulduggery groans, presses into the Captain's hand, his skull tilting forward until he grazes closed teeth against his cheek. he needs more. he needs to feel scorch marks on the magic holding him together, needs to know that he'll carry the Captain with him even after his bones turn to dust.]
Aahh, fuck. [he can barely summon a voice to speak with, and the one that comes out is thick with desire.] More...
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Aahh, fuck. [he can barely summon a voice to speak with, and the one that comes out is thick with desire.] More...