[That sentence doesn't get finished because suddenly Waver is kissing him and all conscious thought leaves Iskandar. A low growl, like a thunder's rumble, originating somewhere deep inside his chest is the answer as he rolls them over until Waver is under him sinking in the soft mattres. His kisses mirroring Waver's in intensity. His hands freeing Waver of his underwear.
So you wanted to get dressed? Not going to happen anytime soon. He has another kind of hunger to satisfy now. If you're going to kiss him like this expect he'll treat it as an invitation.
It would be miracle if this bed survives the night.]
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[That sentence doesn't get finished because suddenly Waver is kissing him and all conscious thought leaves Iskandar. A low growl, like a thunder's rumble, originating somewhere deep inside his chest is the answer as he rolls them over until Waver is under him sinking in the soft mattres. His kisses mirroring Waver's in intensity. His hands freeing Waver of his underwear.
So you wanted to get dressed? Not going to happen anytime soon. He has another kind of hunger to satisfy now. If you're going to kiss him like this expect he'll treat it as an invitation.
It would be miracle if this bed survives the night.]