[ Hopper may have lost his mind, but Billy's been falling from the edge for a while now. He breathes, exhales, whines when his hand releases and jerks away from his dick. Both hands curl into fists on his thighs, muscles twitching from the force of not jerking off and coming on the flagstones.
It's "baby" that does it. The way Hop's voice curls into something deep and dark, a purr. His memory feels potent, like it's bubbling up his throat. ]
You too. [ He gasps, then his tone turns dark. ] You don't come for anyone else. I want it.
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It's "baby" that does it. The way Hop's voice curls into something deep and dark, a purr. His memory feels potent, like it's bubbling up his throat. ]
You too. [ He gasps, then his tone turns dark. ] You don't come for anyone else. I want it.