He dreams of hands wandering up his spine, caressing his hips as low voices whisper their dark desires into all his hollows and curves, dreams of flashing eyes and reckless smiles and the smell of the sea and sweat on revealed skin.
He dreams of panting shakes and gasping moans as he rocks on one body and sucks on another, feeling full and wanted and needed as the moans turn to groans and his groin goes tight and his hair is gripped tight enough to hurt.
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Date: 2011-12-15 03:29 am (UTC)He dreams of panting shakes and gasping moans as he rocks on one body and sucks on another, feeling full and wanted and needed as the moans turn to groans and his groin goes tight and his hair is gripped tight enough to hurt.
And then it's dawn, and he wakes.
Alone.
Again.