Napoleon shifted, still grinding down against him, trying to get more. He wanted to feel the other man inside him, feeling like he was going crazy from the teasing for both of them. He nipped at Illya's lips, smiling against them. "C'mon, Peril."
He stretched a bit, digging into the bedside table and grabbing a small bottle of oil. He moved, shoving the bottle into his hand.
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Date: 2017-11-08 03:10 pm (UTC)He stretched a bit, digging into the bedside table and grabbing a small bottle of oil. He moved, shoving the bottle into his hand.