It was a deep pine green, a frock coat like something out of the 1700s, but it was new, designed to gape open to expose the pale gleam of his chest and stomach. I turned my head and was close enough to the side of his face to have kissed his cheek. Damian, I said again. I sat up so I could run my fingers across the bottoms of his feet, and he sighed, Oh, God.
I want you to watch the blood flow fast and faster, while you fuck me. If I can't do it, then I can't do it, but I'll try. My reputation is shit among the other Ulfrics. Blake, please, please help us.
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