His lips parted as he brought back the almost sucked dry cigarette to his mouth, he wanted it to be weed so fucking badly. Leo closed his eyes behind the dark shades, and lowered his head to the tiles on the table.
His eyes outlined Bobby's hands, rough and masculine. It almost made him whimper, because even if he had indulged these past few nights with the local whores, he had missed his husbands rough caress.
"My husband." He paused to lick his dry lips. "My other half." He nibbled his lower lip thoughtfully. "Mine."
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Date: Aug. 10th, 2008 10:14 pm (UTC)From:His eyes outlined Bobby's hands, rough and masculine. It almost made him whimper, because even if he had indulged these past few nights with the local whores, he had missed his husbands rough caress.
"My husband." He paused to lick his dry lips. "My other half." He nibbled his lower lip thoughtfully. "Mine."