Phil laughed, weakly, too aroused to really devote much oxygen to it. That sound that Clint had made went straight through him, curling in his groin. He wanted to make Clint produce all kinds of other sounds. "Yeah, me too. They drop the Finding Nemo cake." He pulled back a little, looking at Clint with slightly blown pupils. "Bed?"
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Date: 2012-05-23 03:01 am (UTC)