Date: 2015-09-14 11:22 am (UTC)
bleak_midwinter: (Never got used to seeing the horses die)
He sighs softly, and draws up one knee so Alfie can push inside when he wants to. He is perfectly calm now, and the other man's ministrations make him feel warm and pliant.

"What do you think of the most? When you're alone?" Now, he notices: his voice is hoarse and raspy, and the knowledge of the reason makes him shiver.
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