RANCE
Watching Oliver's expression as he opened the door sent a pleasant chill down Rance's spine. The heat in eyes darkening with lust, the teeth catching a plump lip, the mischief and promise in his smile. And then the door was open and the shorter man was backing into his room, his intent crystal clear.
With a grin and another huff of not quite laughter, Rance stepped in after him. His hands were instantly tugging up Oliver's shirt, fingers hungrily searching for the skin beneath. He buried his face against the blond's neck, nipping at his throat with a groan rumbling in his throat. "Gods-fuckin'-dammit, I want you naked."
With a grin and another huff of not quite laughter, Rance stepped in after him. His hands were instantly tugging up Oliver's shirt, fingers hungrily searching for the skin beneath. He buried his face against the blond's neck, nipping at his throat with a groan rumbling in his throat. "Gods-fuckin'-dammit, I want you naked."
i dont want for much, only a book, some whiskey
and the kiss of your touch
and the kiss of your touch
