Violet Goddess

Circles, grinding, magic hands. Teasing, feather-light touches. It all riled him up, it turned him on and left him feeling needy as fuck. His breathing turned shallow with every touch, every kiss, every time Geoff was near him. He ached for a release, for a way to sooth that ache, that feeling. An illusion of fire surrounded him, burning him up minute by minute. Awsten was reduced to ashes and made into a violet goddess when Geoff touched him.