Phil puts his claws around the plug, and slowly, carefully, slides it out. Watching Ossie fold around it as it’s removed is—hell, he hasn’t laid with anyone in a year and a half and he’s pretty sure it shows. There’s not much he can do about the hoarse noise he makes or the tightening grip of his other hand on his hip.
Phil puts it down on the end table. He settles in between Ossie’s legs, gets comfortable, makes sure he’s lined up; his tip finds the entrance, and when he pushes in, he holds his breath.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2024-02-28 12:13 am (UTC)Phil puts it down on the end table. He settles in between Ossie’s legs, gets comfortable, makes sure he’s lined up; his tip finds the entrance, and when he pushes in, he holds his breath.