"Louis, I wanna trace every tattoo on your body with my tongue." "Yeah, yeah. Are you done with the living room, doll face?" "I want to feel you thrust deep and hard inside of me." "Have you finished my laundry or my room, beautiful?" "I love you, Lou." "I know bub." Or Harry is hopelessly in love with his best friend...
"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He...