then pull me to the backseat

i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck

"I'd like that." The aviator replied, perhaps a bit too eagerly. Flushing somewhat, he smiles as he looks down, smoothing a bit of the bedding with his fingers. Watching as Danta rolled his way into a sitting position and began to shuffle his pants on, the old Everest might have wondered and fussed at length over whether or not he'd said or done something wrong. Instead, this iteration merely inwardly sighed with relief that he might get some sleep.

Fucking the Maverick had been exhausting work.

"Maybe a woman next time. The...well, there's someone I'd quite like to please when I go back, and she's a woman." Ever explains with a small shrug. 'I'll inquire tomorrow at the bar, if you have any suggestions."

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