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Allen wasnât exactly sure where Gavin had left that mark, too focused on his own pleasure to really berate him if he put the mark too high up. It seemed Gavin liked it when other people knew that he belonged to someone, even if he didnât always mention who. He just wanted people to notice it, and a little blush to come to their cheeks while Joseph was none the wiser.Â
He half-expected him to pull all the way back and fight his hand like the stubborn brat he was. But Gavin moved back into his neck and apologetically licked at the stinging mark on his neck, probably turning it a nice shade of deep red. Allen let his head fall back against the wall while he allowed Gavin to kiss and suck his neck. He hummed softly, lifting his hips to meet the others and grinding against him.
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âI like the taste of you. Thereâs a difference.â Gavin murmured softly & he was just about to make a snarky remark in response to the Captain calling him a vampire, but it was cut off with a gasp as he felt that hand palming at him.
The detective rocked his hips up against Allenâs hand to get more of that friction he was desperately seeking, pulling back from his assault on his neck to grin at the man opposite, a slight flush sitting on his cheeks. âArchive room? Your office? Where dâya fancy?â He asked with a smugness to his voice simply because he knew that only he got to have Allen this way. At fuckinâ work no less.














