[ They kiss. They kiss and it's good and it's almost too much. Sharkface makes another small sound, feeling lost. He wants to pull back or cling even tighter, and the two impulses war together inside of him. Churning under his skin.
Sharkface bites off a moan, clinging to Drake. He presses his forehead to Drake's and shudders. ]
Please.
[ He doesn't know what he's saying. What he wants. The word is out before he can take it back. ]
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Sharkface bites off a moan, clinging to Drake. He presses his forehead to Drake's and shudders. ]
Please.
[ He doesn't know what he's saying. What he wants. The word is out before he can take it back. ]