random-nexus replied to your post: 3. “What if you make me miss?” Moran asked, voice even despite Jim’s soft fingers on his firming cock. _ “Dunno, Sebby, I’d say better not miss,” Moriarty replied in a low singsong, rubbing his cheek against the middle of Moran’s back like a cat as he stroked him off. “I might have to get creative with you, my dear,” he added with dark anticipation. _ When the ‘right moment’ came, Moran didn’t miss. Minutes later, cheek pressed against his rifle, Jim pressed against his back, Moran came, too. X
Nernight, then, m’dearie. This was your bedtime story. ;D Glad you liked.
My dear, it was a /lovely/ bedtime story. It will also be a lovely in the morning story, and probably a few more times tomorrow story. Absolutely enamored with this little gem, thank you. *gives you happy I-love-my-present hugs* ^_^
Lady Karasu 