If Des wanted to keep things casual, groaning like that was the wrong way to do it. Michael switched on like a light, his hand descending to run carefully along Des's leg. "I love how you say my name," he murmured back. He dipped his head down to graze his teeth against Desmond's neck.
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Date: 2009-04-27 08:12 pm (UTC)