So... daemons. Animal of a different gender from yours = your soul. Tag one of the characters on here with a starter, post your own with or without a request for one of mine or play here as you like.
Bruce twists enough to be able to place a kiss on the underside of Clark's jaw, turning to nuzzle into his throat. He lets out a breath, settling his eager nerves. He feels like-- there's just not enough time, right now, if they get going, he doesn't want to stop. And Dick's going to come home from school, and he has things for the company, and then out tonight.
Sometime. Hopefully soon. If they don't run out of patience before then.
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Sometime. Hopefully soon. If they don't run out of patience before then.
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He lets his fingers slip between Bruce's and give a little squeeze.
This is not just for today.