“Neal’s not going anywhere.” Peter’s hot, heavy hands were suddenly resting on his shoulders; Neal could feel his thumbs making light circles over his shoulder blades, right at the point where his wings would emerge. A touch like that, in such a place, was akin to a public claiming. But no one could see, and the groundlings would never understand what Peter was doing to him was like he was stroking his cock.
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“Neal’s not going anywhere.” Peter’s hot, heavy hands were suddenly resting on his shoulders; Neal could feel his thumbs making light circles over his shoulder blades, right at the point where his wings would emerge. A touch like that, in such a place, was akin to a public claiming. But no one could see, and the groundlings would never understand what Peter was doing to him was like he was stroking his cock.
HOTTEST. GODDAMNED. THING. EVER.