“You’re going to be the death of me,” Satori growled against Ian’s lips, already undoing his belt with one hand.
“And you’ll die lucky,” Ian whispered, eyes lidded, voice wrecked with anticipation.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” Satori growled against Ian’s lips, already undoing his belt with one hand.
“And you’ll die lucky,” Ian whispered, eyes lidded, voice wrecked with anticipation.