Rubbing his thumb over Tommy's lip, then over his cheekbone. The one he still desperately wants to bruise up, with a slap or two. He reaches for his fly, instead.
"You won't be able to breathe all of the time, but just remember; I'm not going to kill you. You can't die from it."
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Date: 2015-09-18 07:12 pm (UTC)Rubbing his thumb over Tommy's lip, then over his cheekbone. The one he still desperately wants to bruise up, with a slap or two. He reaches for his fly, instead.
"You won't be able to breathe all of the time, but just remember; I'm not going to kill you. You can't die from it."