When he closes his eyes, he's immediately accosted by the mental image of Emmanuel's face while caught in the throes of what he now knows to have been arousal. Flushed, gleaming with sweat, contorted from the intensity of sensation...
His eyes fly open again. A couple of deep breaths, and he closes them.
This time he sees the outline of Emmanuel's erection straining against his pyjama bottoms and pitching a very respectably-sized tent.
Welp. Maybe Horus won't be trying to sleep for awhile.]
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When he closes his eyes, he's immediately accosted by the mental image of Emmanuel's face while caught in the throes of what he now knows to have been arousal. Flushed, gleaming with sweat, contorted from the intensity of sensation...
His eyes fly open again. A couple of deep breaths, and he closes them.
This time he sees the outline of Emmanuel's erection straining against his pyjama bottoms and pitching a very respectably-sized tent.
Welp. Maybe Horus won't be trying to sleep for awhile.]