Но я же не отдам Некту яблока!
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Two big hands fall onto his hips for a moment and Brock arches up almost imperceptibly. He’s not getting off on this – he’s
not, cock soft against the bed covers – but it feels good to be touched. Good to be touched in private, intimately. This kind of touch, warm and secret, is so far away from heavy shoulder slaps between friends, from the hurried physicality of fucking a woman he hardly knows, from handshakes and punches and bodies haphazardly thrown together as a quinjet banks. It’s just for him. Just for now.
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a.k.a. that short, soft moment, when even members of STRIKE are just typical humans, normal people

poor Bucky, HYDRA had to give him an abortion

@темы: Мусорник, Креатив, Фанфики