He sits up to help discard his shirt, tossing it off to the floor to be found later. The scars on his throat are much more obvious when they’re not obscured by fabric alongside plenty of other scars he had gotten over the years. His hands find Broca’s ass and he squeezes appreciatively.] I can work with that.
[His hands glide away from the other’s cheeks and moves to undo the button and pulls down the fly on Broca’s pants. He tugs at them. A friendly grin as he looks at Broca’s face.]
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He sits up to help discard his shirt, tossing it off to the floor to be found later. The scars on his throat are much more obvious when they’re not obscured by fabric alongside plenty of other scars he had gotten over the years. His hands find Broca’s ass and he squeezes appreciatively.] I can work with that.
[His hands glide away from the other’s cheeks and moves to undo the button and pulls down the fly on Broca’s pants. He tugs at them. A friendly grin as he looks at Broca’s face.]