Sin That Binds
“I love you.”
Jesus fuck. Khatri’s throat clogs and his eyes bulge, and when Matthew presses his lips to those cum-written words on the window, Khatri’s mind shatters. Lust and need collide, a fever spiking hot and sick through his veins. he stumbles back a step, hands fumbling under his soutane, before unzipping his fly right there in the open, leaning against the tree. His thick cock bobs free and he grips it hard, jerking himself in the field like an animal. His eyes stay glued to that cum-scrawled, I love you, to the boy collapsing back into bed, sated and filled with adoration. he loves me. he fucking loves me, Khatri thinks, spitting on his palm before returning his hands back to his d
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