>Drabble: Peaches and Cream

>Peaches and cream stretches out under him, smooth and soft and flushed with desire.

All for him.

A burbling laugh draws his eyes up to take in the dimples and curves, brown swooshes of brow and lash, white flashing in mouth and eyes. Blue-edged black pulls him in, in to hot pink Cupid’s bow and strong muscle darting out to meet his, rough and wet. Tasting of happiness.

Tousled strands slide between his fingertips, alive with warmth and color, caressing his knuckles. Coarse hair scratches his hips, toes tickle his calves, fingernails scratch his back.

His senses open to forever.

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