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Ian tilted his head to the side, baring his neck for his lover eagerly.  “Love you Davy,” he mumured again as he rocked his hips up to meet Davy’s thrusts. He rolled his hips a little, moaning as the angle of Davy’s thrusts were was changed. There was nothing like being fucked by Davy, nothing at all.
Making love to his sweet boy was and would always be Davy’s favorite thing in the whole world. He moaned against Ian’s slender neck, teeth brushing lightly over the immortal skin before he gave it another kiss. “I love you too, my perfect boy.” Davy’s thrusts were slow and deep, his cock relentlessly claiming Ian’s body and teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves inside him.Â




















