The warmth Erik was getting off the other man was intoxicating and he craved more contact now nuzzling into those luscious curls. He was in heaven and even through a sleep induced state he was grinding against a toned thigh not realising it. His own body craved the contact since Erik hadn't been with anyone for a while now. A few months at least. Groaning softly the Swede's hands gently moved to caress Robert's curls as he didn't want to move.
"Du mår bra mot mig."
Still not awake, Erik muttered words in his own language, aroused and wanting the older man against him who felt so good.
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ninetydegrees
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on 2021-08-21 07:47 pm (UTC)"Du mår bra mot mig."
Still not awake, Erik muttered words in his own language, aroused and wanting the older man against him who felt so good.