[How many times has he heard that one? He’s a distraction, an annoyance, a bad influence. No doubt Mrs. Rosehearts will want nothing more than to tear his guts apart. But if he’s a distraction, so what? He’s not about to change or apologize for it. Certainly not when it has Riddle crying out his name.]
Doesn’t matter.
[Sweat dripping from his brow, Floyd plants his hands on either side of Riddle’s head and fucks into him so quickly it rattles the headboard against the wall. The tight coil in his stomach begins to fray, ready to spring loose and release at any given second.]
‘cuz we’ll—haah—be together now… H-haha… No way…
[he gasps, dropping his forehead to Riddle’s own.]
no subject
Doesn’t matter.
[Sweat dripping from his brow, Floyd plants his hands on either side of Riddle’s head and fucks into him so quickly it rattles the headboard against the wall. The tight coil in his stomach begins to fray, ready to spring loose and release at any given second.]
‘cuz we’ll—haah—be together now… H-haha… No way…
[he gasps, dropping his forehead to Riddle’s own.]
Maybe this is a dream~