💋 thighs
╳ █ ▌ It was fleeting at first, barely noticeable until a hot breath made him shiver. A long sigh escapes Dettlaff's mate, sheepishly arching his back at the touch. It was a much-needed gesture, it seemed, Rathain falling back into the silken sheets as he lay there for most of the day. Five years away, only having been one night together since, oh yes, his touch was much needed. A reassurance of his presence, he was real. None of it was a fucking dream. "Dettlaff." He smiles, tapping his mouth with a gentle finger, "My lips are up here."
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