Patton's looking down at him, gaze sharp and lustful, and Deceit can feel his face flush, burning bright red. "Just look at you, all spread out and on display for me," Patton says before tugging his own shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor, then working on his trousers. And Deceit is sure that if he could spontaneously combust he would have. His wrists are tied tight to the bed frame and his ankles are tied to his wrist cuffs, leaving him spread and very much on display for Patton. "I'm going to enjoy wrecking you, Dee."
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Sanders Sides Drabbles
FanfictionA collection of drabbles about the Sanders Sides. More NSFW than not.
