It did gain another whimper, and another. In fact, Wylie wrapped an arm around Johnny's shoulders, fingers digging into flesh, his other hand busy with his cock while he cried out, his voice strangled. "Jona," he pleaded with him. He didn't want him to go fast or slower or really do anything other than what he was doing. "I'm sorry," he whispered, brow furrowed.
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Date: 2011-05-03 01:02 am (UTC)