[ trevor knows what it's doing, too —he'd have to be a lot more naive than he is to be ignorant, especially given the way his cock is filling out in his trousers already, the way his mouth goes dry when geralt even mentions the word fuck.
this place is messed up, but it's still a lot better than the nighthordes, than dracula's war, than the bullshit the church keeps spouting.
trevor's teeth sink into his lower lip and he has to struggle to contain a moan before he can manage: ]
I'm not — [ god, he wants. ] opposed.
[ to fucking, he means. he's still a lot less used to doing it with men than he is with women and even that is not something that he's indulged in often or recently back in wallachia. even so: the way he steps toward geralt, the way he's reaching out tells its own story. ]
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this place is messed up, but it's still a lot better than the nighthordes, than dracula's war, than the bullshit the church keeps spouting.
trevor's teeth sink into his lower lip and he has to struggle to contain a moan before he can manage: ]
I'm not — [ god, he wants. ] opposed.
[ to fucking, he means. he's still a lot less used to doing it with men than he is with women and even that is not something that he's indulged in often or recently back in wallachia. even so: the way he steps toward geralt, the way he's reaching out tells its own story. ]