Joe/Ox | 1.4k words | E Rating
“Ox, please, please,” Joe begged, shifting his hips to try and get Ox fully in him. “Please, I need-”
Ox stopped moving, looking at Joe’s burning red eyes, sure that his own looked the same. “I know what you need, baby. And you’ll get it. But first you have to be good and listen to me. Can you do that?”
Joe nodded his head, almost frantic in his movement. “Yes. Yes, yes, yes.” His words were toppling over each other. “I can be good. So good. God, Ox, please.”
Or: Joe is stressed and Ox is more than happy to help him.
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