[He'd been a shaking mess in Malta and no one would ever tell him that he'd been even remotely attractive. Unless, of course, one enjoyed over stimulated crying and clinging.
Booker gave him a moment to relax and Nicky groaned, reaching down to stroke his fingers through his boyfriend's hair. He was still shaking, but he at least had enough coordination to sit up enough to get a good look at Booker so at ease between his legs.
The sight made his hips give another jerk and he let go of Booker's hair in favor of scrubbing his face with his hands.]
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Booker gave him a moment to relax and Nicky groaned, reaching down to stroke his fingers through his boyfriend's hair. He was still shaking, but he at least had enough coordination to sit up enough to get a good look at Booker so at ease between his legs.
The sight made his hips give another jerk and he let go of Booker's hair in favor of scrubbing his face with his hands.]
Sarai la mia morte. Uomo malvagio, malvagio...