[ Don't breathe too deeply. Don't twitch. Don't move an inch, even as Sombra's touch teased above the waist of his pants, and York's words curled low and sweet against his ear.
Don't move. No matter how much you may want to. He's even careful in swallowing as his eyes go wider, trailing from Sombra's hand in something of a panic to York's hazy blue eyes. ]
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Don't move. No matter how much you may want to. He's even careful in swallowing as his eyes go wider, trailing from Sombra's hand in something of a panic to York's hazy blue eyes. ]
Not...going anywhere.