Jul 19, 2020
Sunday Six 7/19/20
Timmy pushes against Armie’s chest, even though every ounce of him wants to pull him closer. “I thought we needed to talk,” he says, because as good as Armie’s lips feel on his neck--as amazing as his body feels between Timmy’s spread thighs--he’s still very confused.
Armie scrapes his teeth in a line along Timmy’s neck and punctuates it with a kiss. Sighs and drops his head to Timmy’s shoulder. His voice is muffled by Timmy’s hoodie, but his words are still clear as day. “We’re both probably the dumbest people on campus and I like you a lot and want to be dumb with you all the time.”
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