Date: 2020-11-22 06:53 am (UTC)
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Lio's head lolls back, fingers running up the back of Galo's neck, up to tangle through his hair, tugging. That noise runs through him, pulls something taut low in his stomach, his own voice leaving him in a low needing sound.

The world outside seems far away, and there's no fear of attack, nothing but Galo, and Lio thinks they've earned this, this moment alone to just enjoy each other.

"Galo..." he moans back, voice low and breathy. Those teeth on his skin threaten to burn him to cinders from the inside out. "Please?"
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