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Date: 2004-07-01 05:30 am (UTC)
Weps feels the press of Clay's body against his and he lifts his mouth, smiling down at him and breathing a little faster.

"Want to touch you, feel your skin against mine," he murmurs, trailing his fingers across the base of Clay's throat.

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