He tangles his ankles around Wyatt's neck, hands grabbing hold of his biceps and clinging with bruising force, staring up at his lover, holding his gaze with his own.
He can't look away. He won't look away. Even when Wyatt moves and he knows he's making noise, gasps and moans that carry hints of Wyatt's name under the raw exhalation of sound.
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Date: 2009-09-07 09:42 am (UTC)He can't look away. He won't look away. Even when Wyatt moves and he knows he's making noise, gasps and moans that carry hints of Wyatt's name under the raw exhalation of sound.