[Well. He should have assumed that, shouldn't he? Delta finds himself laughing somewhat breathlessly, keeping one hand tangledin the sheets but reaching up with the other to cup the side of York's head, fingers in his hair and palm against his cheek.]
That may be a very good thing.
[Is he asking York to make him moan? Maybe. All Delta knows for sure is that this is definitely heading in a direction he's liking.]
action; Day 138, late evening
That may be a very good thing.
[Is he asking York to make him moan? Maybe. All Delta knows for sure is that this is definitely heading in a direction he's liking.]