He was writhing weakly as it was, but not to get away. Gasping for air, Mello whimpered plaintively, flushed and sweating almost in moments. It felt overwhelmingly good in a way that was utterly unnatural, but still a stress to his confused body, and he cried out softly, a sound far more erotic than pained.
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Date: 2011-06-28 08:26 am (UTC)