Clay is gasping and pushing back, smell tremors running across his belly. He doesn't know why he is suddenly like this, needy and achy and desperate, but he doesn't care. Doesn't want to know really. He just wants Weps to go on. And on and on til there is no breath left, no pain, no fear. Nothing but flesh and sweat and - Yes.
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Date: 2004-07-03 02:18 am (UTC)