[Warren's hand on his thigh feels like it's scorching he skin right off, but in the best way. They're so close now, but Gordon is finding it hard to focus on anything but the hand moving up closer to the big problem that started this all.
When Warren does finally touch him, even just through the thin fabric of his boxers, Gordon's teeth find his bottom lip, muffling a noise.]
B-Because, I couldn't stop picturing you instead.
[While Jaskier's mouth had been on him, Gordon's eyes closed, he pictured Warren and all his freckles red faced as he took his cock between his lips. Fuck it was so hot.]
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When Warren does finally touch him, even just through the thin fabric of his boxers, Gordon's teeth find his bottom lip, muffling a noise.]
B-Because, I couldn't stop picturing you instead.
[While Jaskier's mouth had been on him, Gordon's eyes closed, he pictured Warren and all his freckles red faced as he took his cock between his lips. Fuck it was so hot.]
Felt wrong...