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https://twitter.com/quinnpriv1/status/1785752913790271566of the back of his drawer and a tank top that’s two sizes too big. “*This* is your idea of ‘something sexy’?” The minute Till says it, it occurs to him that Ivan’s perspective is skewed. Maybe, after building immunity to lingerie and dirty talk, all that was left was the casual
https://twitter.com/quinnpriv1/status/1785644372882518061many cups of coffee and he can’t focus.
https://twitter.com/quinnpriv1/status/1785482051346366476body thinks about grabbing Till by the wrist and rutting against him like a dog, but he satisfies himself with a brief squeeze of Till’s ass, just enough to have him huffing and stamping his feet, thinking nothing of it as he leaves.
https://twitter.com/quinnpriv1/status/1785304895278514305had been something of an accident. A photoshoot had gone wrong. He hooked up with his fellow talent afterwards to kill time and she requested that they film themselves because it got her off. He accepted, pinching her clit with due diligence before he bent her in half, distracted
https://twitter.com/quinnpriv1/status/1785021736657858772does, the internet changing interests on an hourly basis, but the views keep going up and the offers become more ridiculous.
https://twitter.com/quinnpriv1/status/1784950835232788671nostalgic attachment to.
https://twitter.com/quinnpriv1/status/1784387652927594518he wants to put it—and it has changed absolutely nothing about his personality or their dynamic is a comfort.
https://twitter.com/quinnpriv1/status/1784356281006137741For real this time.”
https://twitter.com/quinnpriv1/status/1784290766057017700soak up the mess.
https://twitter.com/quinnpriv1/status/1784227523083035009Ivan isn’t an enemy, though, and he’s way too close to be an acquaintance. If Till were to be detailed about it, Ivan is someone who’s been glued to his side for as long as Till can remember.
https://twitter.com/quinnpriv1/status/1783861054256144709Junghyeok wasn’t indestructible, but it would take a lot more than an hour or two of paltry human attacks to bring him down. He nods in answer to the question, wings spreading out wide when Dokja pushes at his spine, stroking them none too gently.
https://twitter.com/quinnpriv1/status/1783482551048245682Till narrowly bites back the snappy response that it wasn’t meant to be a compliment; doing so would have inspired Ivan to responded with something cryptic and unnecessarily lofty to piss him off. Infuriating bastard always had to have the last word.
https://twitter.com/quinnpriv1/status/1783438094932308235able to hide his desire so close, face to face, dark eyes like whirlpools of depth dragging Till under.
https://twitter.com/quinnpriv1/status/1783296354300678260reminiscing about the past.
https://twitter.com/quinnpriv1/status/1783218203298005219being sore in the morning, Till closes his eyes, only to be met by the same silhouette, those same damning hands.
https://twitter.com/quinnpriv1/status/1783096238000238889name like a prayer. It wounds up making his mouth too full, like he’s choking on the thick sound of it, but nothing seems to deter her.