[ Jakurai finds it, partly because the change in angle makes Ramuda see stars, and he has to shut himself up somehow. Nails scrape along Jakurai’s shoulder blades, light enough to keep from breaking skin while still making their presence known. His grip on Jakurai’s waist tightens, holding right where he wants him.
There’s a sinking thought that the old man isn’t so bad like this, that maybe if Gramps would loosen up and admit he was wrong, they’d make great sex friends, but he’ll leave that thought aside. ]
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There’s a sinking thought that the old man isn’t so bad like this, that maybe if Gramps would loosen up and admit he was wrong, they’d make great sex friends, but he’ll leave that thought aside. ]