[ In a moment or two, Peter will marvel at how much self-control he evidently has to deny himself this -- this sensation of being complete and whole and so, so, so fucking satisfied. This need to be with him -- it's more visceral, instinctive, than anything.
But if this keeps up? It's definitely going elsewhere. Preferably somewhere with a mattress.
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But if this keeps up? It's definitely going elsewhere. Preferably somewhere with a mattress.
Because fuck, Charlie is a good kisser. ]