[ Concerns of infidelity and the hell that could reign down on either of them were lost on Fenris the second his back hit plaster. He damn near yelped in delight as he found himself back in the arms of a (much) large figure, with scruff in his face and a wall in his spine.
Grinding against him, Fenris chewed on Jorge's bottom lip, demanding this make out session turn a little french. ]
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Grinding against him, Fenris chewed on Jorge's bottom lip, demanding this make out session turn a little french. ]