Fishblight Mire gold [m]

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"there is little left about which i can smile, castiel," armand retorted, briefly annoyed that the man would press him to such, but all at once the irritation faded and a wink replaced it. "be quiet," the child commanded, enjoying his new role of dominance over the great strongman, and settled between the other's thighs to do as he had been taught.
when he arose some minutes later, it was with a laugh and a jest about the other's volume, as it were; armand sat placidly upon his haunches and watched the other with eyes that burned, for his own lust had not been sated. "what did you think of that?"[/tr][/td][/table]