[ Really, he can walk and fulfill the demand at the same time. There have been enough instances of him checking over himself in the mirror to send a clip of a memory to Danny. A flash of the milky skin of an inner thigh marred by bite marks and bruises. The faint shine of cum and sweat on his taint. Pretty pink lips stretched around a dick, bobbing up and down on it like it’s keeping him alive. Because it might be.
After weeks turning people away, he’s so starving for attention, and Danny’s attention is like a full course meal. ]
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After weeks turning people away, he’s so starving for attention, and Danny’s attention is like a full course meal. ]