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Two little stories - both F/K.

Desperate

...“Ray, please,” he whispers, his voice shaking as well like he is near crying himself and his hands cup my face, caressing my skin. "Just someone, Ray?" I nod my head and he leans closer, kissin’ away my tears and I hang on to him, desperately searching for his mouth ‘till I finally meet his soft lips, salty with my tears...

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...What?” I kinda bark in their faces. “He’s no public property!” And I wave them away.

“That wasn’t very polite, Ray,” Fraser says, rubbing his eyebrow and slightly blushing with embarrassment.

“Fuck polite, Fraser,” I tell him, stopping his next words by lifting my hand. “And don’t tell me you’re enjoying their hands all over your body.”