he could, couldn’t he? shush Parrish and crowd against him under the warm spray of the water, coo how he’s such a ‘gorgeous boy’ as he presses his solid body against Parrish’s back; feels that round, pretty ass snug against his crotch.
“You’re such a good boy. Let me show you how it’s done,” he’d drawl right into his ear, one arm around Jordan’s belly to hold him in place, other hand loosely curling around his untouched dick; murmuring soothing nonsense when Parrish jerks like he got pinched, mouth open wide to pull in air…
I bet he comes in like seconds. All those confused, high pitched noises spilling from him, hands scrabbling at the slick wall or the Sheriff’s sturdy arms; just kind of flailing and helpless.
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