I said, Why? You'll be warmer, he said. The place where he went to die, alone, knowing that he would rise as he had died, alone. Feed in that most intimate of places, but something about it panicked him. So terribly tight.
Two hours, maybe less. I wanted fast. I held him with my legs locked around his body, my arms locked around his shoulders, I held him, and he fucked me. But letting go of anything was so not my best thing.
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