May 31, 2020
for @hcmoerotico​
“CIOOOOOOOO--” he calls, having used his duplicated keycard, popping open his brother’s door like it’s nothing. drus fully expected florencio’s place to be a mess, so he barely felt the need to dress beyond a tank and a loose hoodie over shorts.
“YOU GONNA TELL ME WHAT THIS STORY POST IS ABOUT?” his voice echoed around the entryway, his phone still playing the brief, seconds-long view of the image. but it was clear -- someone’s ass was flat against florencio’s hips. clearly discernible. florencio’s tattoos. florencio’s nipple piercings. but whose ass?
liandrus could only guess it was his own.
and that, as he understood it, would be very bad for the family.
