[Len is perhaps a bit more impatient than she is, wanting to bury the last of his lonely feelings. Her breathed words warm him up and he grins fiercely, hips continuing to rock rhythmically. He is hard as hell, contained in the fabric of his jeans, and the friction is starting to drive him nuts.
He is almost thankful that he's shown her his scars by now. It's still new for anyone but Mick to see them, but a relief that he doesn't have to worry about it. He begins to undo the buttons of his shirt]
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He is almost thankful that he's shown her his scars by now. It's still new for anyone but Mick to see them, but a relief that he doesn't have to worry about it. He begins to undo the buttons of his shirt]