[ Yes, please get out of those pants. He wants to see all of you, his memories of the full moon too hazy (and they were far too fuzzy.) ]
Forever. Your Ezra. [ Because in moments like this where they're alone and exposed, he's Ezra.
He moans into Hank's mouth at the stroke, leaning up into his hand. Yes, touch. Keep touching. He presses his knee right against the zipper of Hank's pants, hard. ]
no subject
Forever. Your Ezra. [ Because in moments like this where they're alone and exposed, he's Ezra.
He moans into Hank's mouth at the stroke, leaning up into his hand. Yes, touch. Keep touching. He presses his knee right against the zipper of Hank's pants, hard. ]