Fics like in the halls of your hotel

One of Craig’s hands settles on Kenny’s waist before it goes up and up. And his fingers are tracing the visible bone of his ribs before sliding back down. “You’re vulnerable. You’re small. Hurt. And broken. It’s fine. You just pretend like you aren’t and it pisses me off sometimes.” Kenny’s jaw tightens as he clenches his teeth, fingers curling into his palms on either sides of him. “This is what you meant by ‘door’s open?’” Kenny finally says. “You wanted to put me in front of a mirror and talk about how weak and frail I am?” “No. I just wanted to fuck.” “Kay, so let’s fuck.” Craig raises a hand and swipes a thumb beneath one of Kenny’s eyes to collect the wetness beneath it. Kenny hadn’t even realized. “Okay.” The hand at Kenny’s waist drops further until he’s gripping at the back of Kenny’s thigh, the skin right under his ass. “And you’re not weak. Never said that.” “Whatever.” * Craig’s got a thing or five to say about that stupid parka Kenny wears.

Fics like in the halls of your hotel

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