[William, for his own part, isn't-- well. Wearing anything at all. Which makes perfect sense, surely, as he's leaned lazily against the shower wall, fingers moving at an unhurried pace along the length of his cock.
There's a sharp intake of breath in the clear effort not to speed up as Thomas steps through the door, followed by a slow, smiling exhale.]
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There's a sharp intake of breath in the clear effort not to speed up as Thomas steps through the door, followed by a slow, smiling exhale.]
Lock the door, m'eudail.