His hands moved down Riley's sides, over his hips. He nuzzled his neck as he listened. Lowered his head to lick along his clavicle, the pulse just above it. "Ahh, and you think we are over romanticized?" He teased. He couldn't deny the connection though. It was vague now in his own mind, but he'd felt it, through Riley. He ground his hips down over him, he was already hard and wanting and wanted Riley the same. "I'm holding them, your memories, the feel of the hunt, the earth. You must tell me if mine are too much, if I could I'd kill them." He bit at his shoulder. He'd bury or kill them in himself if he could.
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