He scrapes again, nails raising tracks along Kaz's back. They'll sting but they'll fade, a little reminder of the one who put those marks on his back in the first place.
The rhythm of his hips stutters and he breathes in rougly, head falling back a little. It's been too long. Too goddamn long.
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Date: 2016-04-22 10:13 pm (UTC)The rhythm of his hips stutters and he breathes in rougly, head falling back a little. It's been too long. Too goddamn long.