"Like a statue of a saint in ecstasies. Only better, because I know you're no saint," Jesper says. Sighing out, he shifts so that he's lying on his back, stroking himself. "You don't have to do anything." Even so, his glance flicks to Kaz hand. It's no demand, just a hope.
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Date: 2016-10-04 11:54 pm (UTC)