Colin tips the bottle of oil into Benedict's hand, just a little before he's putting it back down. There's a second's hesitation, as he is torn between what he wants and what he fears. His hand leaves Benedict and flattens against the bed, giving himself support so he can straddle the other man.
"I want--" His voice catches, and he swallows and tries again. "I want you to finger me."
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Date: 2019-06-20 01:16 am (UTC)"I want--" His voice catches, and he swallows and tries again. "I want you to finger me."