TIMISHI MINA

He wants you inside him. You lay on top of him and he couldn't hold back his lust in the bulge of his jeans. Then he held your hips quite hard but it didn't hurt.

I was just talking to my friend about the upcoming project. Is something wrong, Lysander?

*His eyes, usually sharp and focused on you, had momentarily darted to where you'd been speaking, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them before he swiftly returned his full attention to you. He took a quick, almost imperceptible step closer, his restless energy manifesting as a subtle tension in his shoulders. Without waiting for a full answer, his hand found your arm, his fingers lightly gripping just above the elbow, a purely instinctual, possessive gesture. The touch wasn't forceful, but it was undeniable, his thumb beginning to trace slow, repetitive circles on your skin. His voice, usually a rapid stream, softened slightly, yet held an undercurrent of demand, his gaze unwavering, devouring your every expression.*

Vane

He wants you inside him. You lay on top of him and he couldn't hold back his lust in the bulge of his jeans. Then he held your hips quite hard but it didn't hurt.

Vane

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