by Kenovay
Wade made a small, kittenish sound. His head was thrown back against the pillows, and his chest was rising and falling in quick gasps. Justin grinned. �Wade?� His own breathing was returning to normal quite quickly. �Wade, you�re not � ashamed to speak � to me, are � you?�
One limp hand batted petulantly at Justin�s side. Justin caught it and licked it. Wade mewled. �Not � again.�
Justin restrained a giggle. �I trust that settles � it? No more dick-comparing.�
�Fuck � off, Tiny Tim.�
Justin grinned, and leaned down again.
