Normally, Floyd isn’t one to dwell on the past. What’s done is done and there’s no sense trying to change it. Yet when he thinks about that day and every day in between… sure—it hurts a little, knowing he could have had Riddle all this time.
Floyd pitches his hips, sharp and quick with a clatter of metal against pale thighs. Fuck, he’s so tight, so wet… Floyd compromises by sinking his teeth into Riddle’s neck at last, groaning and shuddering with the unique taste of berries and iron…]
What… dream?
[he gasps, taking Riddle’s hand into his own and trying to yank it away from his face.]
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Normally, Floyd isn’t one to dwell on the past. What’s done is done and there’s no sense trying to change it. Yet when he thinks about that day and every day in between… sure—it hurts a little, knowing he could have had Riddle all this time.
Floyd pitches his hips, sharp and quick with a clatter of metal against pale thighs. Fuck, he’s so tight, so wet… Floyd compromises by sinking his teeth into Riddle’s neck at last, groaning and shuddering with the unique taste of berries and iron…]
What… dream?
[he gasps, taking Riddle’s hand into his own and trying to yank it away from his face.]
You mean— Mn- The ceremony?