[He was wearing a tank top, but man, he'll gladly reach up with his free hand and pull the strap over his shoulder to expose more skin before it goes to roam Clay's back. The lips on the skin make him give a pleased hum, and he shuts his eyes for a moment as he tries to think]
Mm...[What was a good fantasy?] Well, I always liked pirates. Been that a few times.
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Mm...[What was a good fantasy?] Well, I always liked pirates. Been that a few times.