Tao hummed, his throat vibrating with pleasure. Even with the water, the herbs warming in it, he could taste him. He tasted like heat, and sun. Like strength and power. He would play subservient, but he wasn't, not in any way. He allowed Tao to please him, hurt him, it wasn't from not having a choice, or ability to stop him. Which made it so much better, to be able to taste him. One hand supporting his lower back, he ran a finger along his entrance, pushing in just to the first knuckle.
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tao_) wrote,