Aug 2, 2014
"I heard ye go' a bad case o' t'e Connors. 'm sorry bu' 'm no' quite sure t'ere s' a cure."
"When there is no cure, you learn to manage the pain in the ass."
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"I heard ye go' a bad case o' t'e Connors. 'm sorry bu' 'm no' quite sure t'ere s' a cure."
"When there is no cure, you learn to manage the pain in the ass."
"It feels like a million years since I last saw yer face."
"Well, if you weren't always grabbing me from behind that wouldn't be a problem, now would it?"
Intensely whispers sweet Gaelic words while nuzzling the front of Gareth's jeans. "Is breá liom i bhfad tú amhlaidh. Tá tú foirfe. Lig dom a bheith taobh istigh de tú."
Gareth rests his hand against Connor's head, the soft feathers of his hair against his fingertips. "I have no idea what you said, but I can feel the beauty of your words in my soul." He moved his hand to beneath Connor's chin and tilted it up so he could meet his eyes. "And I'm pretty sure there was something sexual in there too." Gareth winked at him, leaning forward to press a kiss to Connor's forehead. "Anything you want love, anything."