( the knife edge splits danny's thighs into a wider stretch, relaxing his hips into the cold bite of it through his trousers. john watches his knife. danny watches john's downturned face, the dusty shadow of his eyelashes freckling his cheeks.
unhurriedly, ) This doesn't really feel like you helping, no offense.
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unhurriedly, ) This doesn't really feel like you helping, no offense.
( this feels like taking. )