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Rating: T (verging on R)
Genre: Smut
I t was true that Martin once said that any man who could imitate a Spanish squirrel helping forty-eight men mow a meadow was capable of anything, but Martin had never imagined “anything” to include - well, whatever it was that Diego was doing with his tongue. And if Martin had even half the wit of Douglas, he would have probably made some sort of witty remark to that very effect. As it was, Martin’s aspirations of snark and humour were stopped in their tracks by a particularly deft roll of Diego’s tongue against a particularly sensitive part of Martin’s - well, let’s just say that this was not something Martin thought people learnt at aircraft maintenance school.