Joe growled low in his throat, but he pulled the cross away and left it on the bed again by Logan's side. The blisters on his hand hurt like a fucker, but he didn't say anything about them. He just grunted as he thrust into Logan, grabbing both of his hips as he thrust deeper into him, his hips driving forward.
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Date: 2007-11-08 05:03 am (UTC)