[ He sucks in a sharp breath, holds it like it's precious, heat pooling so molten in his stomach. Beautiful. He's coming around on beautiful, but wild and mad make his heart race. He is — Jesus, he is, isn't he? Wild? Out of control? Billy's old man liked to use that one on him: out of control.
He wasn't wrong. Billy is some times. Like a switch gets flipped and he can't stop. Fists bruising Murphy, words cutting hard into Iggy, all that filth that bubbled up for Alicent. Sometimes, Billy needs something to weigh him down when he's feeling half-mad, and Jim held him down, cupped him in his hands, he even loved him there, didn't he? ]
Yeah, [ he moans, a little broken, the vowels extending out long when he stripes his dick and bites back a whine, a little sob. ] I really fucking do. Daddy.
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He wasn't wrong. Billy is some times. Like a switch gets flipped and he can't stop. Fists bruising Murphy, words cutting hard into Iggy, all that filth that bubbled up for Alicent. Sometimes, Billy needs something to weigh him down when he's feeling half-mad, and Jim held him down, cupped him in his hands, he even loved him there, didn't he? ]
Yeah, [ he moans, a little broken, the vowels extending out long when he stripes his dick and bites back a whine, a little sob. ] I really fucking do. Daddy.