Bringing Al to his climax was all Mac could focus on. There was nothing that could prevent him from watching Al in that moment, from remembering how Al looked and tasted and felt under him as he moved beneath him. Nothing else mattered before or after that point. Nothing else could. Mac loved him. More if possible.
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Date: 2012-02-19 11:49 pm (UTC)