"It's not the sex..." Billy mused, practically hissing out the final word. He moved back, continuing to stroke, teasing but relentless. To show what he meant, he found his way to Mike's nipple. His breath fell on it first, followed by a teasing brush of his tongue.
Without any more warning than that, he bit down. Hard. As if he were trying to bite the thing off, but he didn't draw any blood.
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Date: 2015-07-17 08:27 am (UTC)Without any more warning than that, he bit down. Hard. As if he were trying to bite the thing off, but he didn't draw any blood.