they/them
218/86 Rn
tw/nsfw tw/blood
– Call me Judas.
Fox barely opens his eyes, sitting sprawled in an armchair. Nygma smiles brazenly, sitting astride his lap, reaches under his unbuttoned shirt, stroking his torso – playfully, gently, teasingly.
- What?..
– Call me Judas.
Fox barely opens his eyes, sitting sprawled in an armchair. Nygma smiles brazenly, sitting astride his lap, reaches under his unbuttoned shirt, stroking his torso – playfully, gently, teasingly.
- What?..