19 Aug 2020
Jiāng Chéng has many names. Most were by blood, from blood given and blood spilled. But one name is... not.
“Have you ever done a jimrob?” Jamie blurts, before his brain can catch up with his mouth and he can talk himself out of asking. He can feel his face heat; if he wasn’t pink before, he certainly is now.
Tyler tilts his head to the side and blinks slowly at him, but it only takes a second for the corner of his lips to quirk up and his smirk to widen, sharp and sly.
“Jameson,” he says, scooting closer until they’re pressed together shoulder to thigh. “Are you asking me if I’ve ever engaged in analingus?”
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