[Swallow or gag. It's funny how many times he's been faced with that choice, both sexually and not.
Iggy's throat works reflexively, drinking from what he supposes is a poison well. (Although it's one everyone must taste, the moment they're born.) He feels his nerves settle, and if he starts crying, what of it?
He tears his mouth away, coughing, gasping for air. But then Iggy presses spit slick lips back to Sullivan's, hooking bony hands into his shoulders and pulling him closer.]
Want you in me.
[A murmur broken by a shrill staccato of a laugh, quickly muzzled.]
Or is that something only your other half gets to do?
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Iggy's throat works reflexively, drinking from what he supposes is a poison well. (Although it's one everyone must taste, the moment they're born.) He feels his nerves settle, and if he starts crying, what of it?
He tears his mouth away, coughing, gasping for air. But then Iggy presses spit slick lips back to Sullivan's, hooking bony hands into his shoulders and pulling him closer.]
Want you in me.
[A murmur broken by a shrill staccato of a laugh, quickly muzzled.]
Or is that something only your other half gets to do?