[Dionysus makes his own pleased noise now, enjoying the feeling of fingers running through his thick curls. Gershom's noises and begging were affecting him too, the warmth of arousal coiling in his body. He breathes a hot sigh against the lich's cheek.
Then he nudges the sweater down a bit so he can place kisses along his neck vertebrae, occasionally catching his teeth and tongue along one of the ridges. The way that Gershom was put together was nothing short of fascinating, really.]
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Then he nudges the sweater down a bit so he can place kisses along his neck vertebrae, occasionally catching his teeth and tongue along one of the ridges. The way that Gershom was put together was nothing short of fascinating, really.]