Just A Little Taste Babe - Larry Stylinson Drabble "Louis' thin petal pink lips strained to stay stretched open, his teeth grazing the beryl ball-gag that sat heavy against his tongue. His jaw was already starting to ache but he willed himself to focus on something else, anything else as a distraction. Like the heat that was surging through him, settling in the pit of his stomach and the apples of his cheeks which were no doubt flushed a pretty shade of rose. If he tilted his head back and looked up, he'd be able to tell because there was a large mirror hung on the ceiling." ©DestielSnot
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