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"Hey," sounds the breathy laugh of his latest regret. "Do you want to fuck me?"
"Whore," Diluc says, vitriolic and breathless. He wants to take it back as soon as it leaves his traitorous mouth, but then Tartaglia's pupils dilate, abyssal void ringed with blue, and his pulse is thrumming louder than he can think.
Bookmarked by erusaert
29 Jun 2021
