Kell dares a touch, fingertips touching a scar briefly. He doesn't know why he's drawn to them, why he finds them so beautiful. He's transfixed. Holland had always been ... interesting in his own way, but it's different now. Not all that different but his desires, his reactions have shifted. His voice was enough to make his stomach flutter, a twitch in his cock. Why?
He keeps his eyes on Holland as his hands reach down to his pants, making quick work of the fastenings and pulling them off and discarding them to the side, leaving him naked, his cock half hard and his breathing picking up. What is it about Holland's orders that sends heat straight through him?
His fingers reach out again to touch another scar, lingering, starting to trace it with his fingertip.
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Date: 2020-05-11 03:25 am (UTC)From:He keeps his eyes on Holland as his hands reach down to his pants, making quick work of the fastenings and pulling them off and discarding them to the side, leaving him naked, his cock half hard and his breathing picking up. What is it about Holland's orders that sends heat straight through him?
His fingers reach out again to touch another scar, lingering, starting to trace it with his fingertip.