Riley wanted to whine, but didn't. His body was beginning to heal, quick in the way that all shifters did, but that didn't mean that the strokes didn't hurt. And besides, that little fucking motherfucking fuck little piece of silver was still hurting his throat. He raised his head and looked back at Tao, silent, and then lowered his head back down between his paws. Things were just starting to get interesting; he didn't want it to stop.
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amulius) wrote,