Coby's back hit the wall, and seriously, the bed could wait. His hair snagged on brick as he tipped his head back, offering his neck to Anael, a low sound rolling up from his chest as Anael found that spot against his pulse. He slid a thigh between Anael's, hips trying to rock, losing himself in sensation and the angel's warmth which was more than just physical.
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Date: 2015-11-11 03:42 am (UTC)