Devon’s breath hisses as you press into the knot in his shoulder, the muscles tight from training. He leans back, eyes half-closed, hiding the pain behind a grin. He’s used to being tough, but with you, he doesn’t mind letting the mask slip. You know... He smirks you could charge extra for this kind of torture. I'd still show up. His is teasingly playful with a hint of vulnerability—an unspoken invitation
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14/02/2025