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The King Tiffany Reisz 15210K 2023-09-03

Søren laughed softly Kingsley loved sley theorized the whole course of huhed, the world knew it had done a good job with its work

"Turn over," Søren ordered, and Kingsley obeyed instantly Now Søren teased the front of his body, his stohtly scored Kingsley’s ribs, counting theht By the tisley was fully erect

"You like this, too?" Søren asked as he pushed Kingsley’s shirt up to his arsley did him one better and pulled it all the way off

"Every second of it Do you?"

Søren paused A sign he was thinking deeply, weighing his words

"It’s interesting, seeing how you respond to different types of touch"

"Can I touch you, too?" Kingsley asked "Please?"

"If you insist Although I won’t enjoy it, so I don’t knohy you’d bother"

Kingsley heard asley’s sley was a waste of Søren’s time He was too French, not Catholic, too sex-obsessed, not studious enough, not nearly obedient enough, and, of course, beneath Søren in every way--physically,Søren said these sort of cruel nothings to hi, Kingsley questioned if Søren actually ot the distinct feeling Søren liked hi Marie-Laure all the way to America to visit him at school If that wasn’t love--or at least affection--as it?

"You sley sat next to Søren, facing hisley without speaking No doubt Søren expected Kingsley to touch hisley did

He reached up and touched Søren’s face In shock or surprise, Søren pulled back an inch Kingsley waited, reached out again and pressed his fingertips to Søren’s cheek

"You’re too pale," Kingsley said "Every time I touch you I think your skin will be cold like stone"

"It isn’t easy to get a tan in Maine," Søren said "Any other complaints about sley ran the pad of his thumb over the tips of Søren’s eyelashes "Makes it hard for me to concentrate when I’m around you"

"I don’t accept my eyelashes as an excuse for your bad behavior"

"Then you’ll have to keep punishing sley leaned forward, wrapped his arms around Søren’s shoulders and kissed hi tenderness and gentleness Usually Søren’s kisses were of the bruising variety, which Kingsley loved But he loved this, too; Søren’s hands on his naked back, their lips touching, their tongues sley ruined it by laughing

Søren pulled back and glared at hiht"