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caught between the real thing
& nothing at all
& nothing at all
"The sex god one. Y'know. The one with the..." James squinted, his hands moving from making boob-squeezing gestures to cock-stroking ones, before mashing up the imagery as if with finger paints. "..the features" Watching the snake curl up, the thief couldn't help but smile a bit adoringly. It was his shift after-all. "One of a kind he says, wearing my skin." James tittered back musically. Rather than reaching out to stroke the snake as many would likely be wont to do, instead James placed the flat of his palm behind Amun's head, imparting warmth into the dark body rather than useless scritches.
Leaning back to watch the performance, James indulgently tipped his head to the side watching everything with a slow smile. Raising his hands and making a frame out of his thumb and forefingers, he twisted his wrists about as if trying in earnest to get the best angle. "So. We fucked, I'm fed...d'you..eat? Or?"
Leaning back to watch the performance, James indulgently tipped his head to the side watching everything with a slow smile. Raising his hands and making a frame out of his thumb and forefingers, he twisted his wrists about as if trying in earnest to get the best angle. "So. We fucked, I'm fed...d'you..eat? Or?"
