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Sitting in English class, Justin shifts restlessly in his seat and glances at the clock. It has been 7 hours and 23 minutes since he draped his legs over Brian’s shoulders, since he felt that first push inside, since he felt like he was being ripped apart and stitched together and remade into something better, wilder, stronger.
A flame smoulders beneath his skin and he willingly fans it with memories of fingers and tongue and cock. It is 12 minutes until the lunch bell, and 9 hours and 12 minutes until he will see Brian again. He just knows it. |
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