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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, SHARTAN. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 018.07.154.55 *** SHARTAN has joined 018.07.154.55 <SHARTAN> speak

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cw: look if you're still reading this thread, you've seen the stuff, you know, we know, w/e

[chardismastic]

[ For a split second, Rafe pauses. Hesitates. That shudder wracks Fenris from head to toe and it's a hell of a larger reaction than he's used to getting no matter how talented his hands are. Fenris doesn't stop but it wasn't as if he'd stopped before either, not without Rafe forcing the issue. As such he's about to press again for confirmation that it's all right, that it's good, when all of a sudden there's a sudden press of fingers through his hair and—

The world seems to blink out for a moment, unmoored again but not in the unsettling dead way that Rafe's come to dread. No. As Fenris scratches at his scalp for a good handful of hair, he loses himself in a jolt of pleasure that drags a moan up from the pit of his stomach that he barely hears. Only catches the tail end of it as he comes back to himself.

Shit.

Embarrassment would color his cheeks if he still had blood to flush his face, but death gives him that much cover. For the rest, he tightens his grip around Fenris's cock in sure strokes and pulls Fenris's pants lower with his free hand. ]