[He leans down, head still bowed low as he maps out the contours of King's throat with exploratory kisses. Lingering perhaps a little too long at the warm beating energy of his pulse. He presses an open mouth kiss there, tasting the skin with long swipes of his tongue.
But King would be expecting that.
So he continues further down, scraping teeth against that wonderfully taut and exposed flesh.]
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But King would be expecting that.
So he continues further down, scraping teeth against that wonderfully taut and exposed flesh.]