Liam was still holding to Riley like he would be lost to the undertow if he let go even an instant. Maybe he would in this moment; all his defenses had been fully felled by the sweetness and tenderness in Riley's hands and lips and that pull he felt towards the other man.
A startled cry, prayer in its purest form though it was not to a god so much as to this angel of a man fucking him, and then those words. Liam was defenseless against it. That was it for him as he came, spilling over those clever fingers, making a mess of the both of them as he streaked his stomach and Riley's both with his seed.
He was trembling in the wake of his release, still clinging, still holding.
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Date: 2025-07-05 03:58 am (UTC)A startled cry, prayer in its purest form though it was not to a god so much as to this angel of a man fucking him, and then those words. Liam was defenseless against it. That was it for him as he came, spilling over those clever fingers, making a mess of the both of them as he streaked his stomach and Riley's both with his seed.
He was trembling in the wake of his release, still clinging, still holding.