#;shhmeme

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shhh

Send me a 'shh' for my muses reaction to yours sliding their hand up my muses leg.

       He just turned and pressed his lips to the boy's cheek and down below his ear, "Noooope." He giggled quietly and set Skylar's hand back on his own lap. "Not right now. I told you I had to study for this exam."

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shhhhhh

Send me a 'shh' for my muses reaction to yours sliding their hand up my muses leg.

       "Don't start what you're not gonna finish, babyboy. Stop trying to distract me from makin' you study. We can play later." Well, stop messing with your belt.

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'shh'

Send me a 'shh' for my muses reaction to yours sliding their hand up my muses leg.

       "Not at my parents' dinner table, prince," he whispered into Eddie's ear, but his hips rocked up against the boy's hand before he gave his mum a tight-lipped smile. Turning, he just arched a brow, "You can play with me after dinner, upstairs in my old room, okay?" And he pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "You can do whatever you want."

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Shhhhh.

Send me a ‘shh’ for my muses reaction to yours sliding their hand up my muses leg.

       "…Don’t tease me," he whined quietly and threaded their fingers together, pressing Quinton’s hand up closet to where he needed him the most.