Thirteen Is Never Lucky
Jun. 12th, 2006 04:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ten_of_swordsWhen Gorlim arrives, the room... the room is exactly like the one he just left.
The scents.
The furniture.
Gabriel's crib is at the foot of the bed, the couch still has Námo's discarded tunic on it, boots on the floor, the sapphire curtain on the window...
Although the room was decidedly vacant at the moment.
The scents.
The furniture.
Gabriel's crib is at the foot of the bed, the couch still has Námo's discarded tunic on it, boots on the floor, the sapphire curtain on the window...
Although the room was decidedly vacant at the moment.
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Date: 2006-06-14 10:57 pm (UTC)Ruin never did.
The act progesses as it should, with his lips taking Gorlim's as body took body. Regardless of interest, friction leads the way to completion. With Gorlim passively accepting the attentions, it's easier. Swifter.
Ruin throws his head back as his body arches, thrusting deeply as orgasm washes through him. Then he releases Gorlim's wrists, panting as he pulls away from the man.