He pushed Eames forward, over the railing a bit, wanting to be able to take him harder, deeper. Moments like this, the environment and the uniforms and all that came with it left him panting and aching, barely able to think, let alone breathe as he took his lover, both hands gripping narrow hips.
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Heh. That icon seems about right.
Date: 2011-06-13 09:55 pm (UTC)