[The feel of teeth on his lip makes Iggy hum again, low and throaty. His hands slip around to grip Adam's ass as he rotates his hips slowly, grinding.
He tilts his head back and to one side, baring the long, pale line of his throat. He smiles, warm and encouraging. The lazy sensuality of the moment is welcome to him.]
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He tilts his head back and to one side, baring the long, pale line of his throat. He smiles, warm and encouraging. The lazy sensuality of the moment is welcome to him.]
Anything you want, sweetie.