Charlie laps at him, stroking his hands slowly up and even more slowly down the length of Darien's body as far as he can reach. It's a silent message: All of you, all of you, I love all of you.
When he lifts his head his chin is wet with saliva, and he wipes it with the back of his hand. "Want me to brush my teeth before I go on?" he asks in a low voice.
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Date: 2006-01-21 05:31 am (UTC)When he lifts his head his chin is wet with saliva, and he wipes it with the back of his hand. "Want me to brush my teeth before I go on?" he asks in a low voice.