Of course, none of their blossoming friendship had done much to quell Matt’s amorous feelings towards Foggy, and had in fact had done the opposite- which had been annoying considering his friend’s trapped feelings for his ex which held on tight, especially after Foggy and Matt’s heart-to-heart. Matt had felt particularly annoyed towards Marci and Joy after that, and maybe swept his cane extra wide when nearby either of the duo. So what, he was petty.
是我喜欢的剧情!
Foggy knew that he didn’t need to hold onto Foggy’s arm to navigate the streets. Foggy knew that. He’d known for a while, but Matt still did it every chance he got. Every time they went out together, walking through a crowded building or down the street, Matt always held onto his elbows or arm.
嘿嘿嘿喜欢你就要靠近你
Matt snuggled up to Foggy, placing his head in the crook of his neck, taking in everything. Normally being this close to another person would trigger his extremely heightened senses, sending him into a kind of sensory overload that was difficult to come back from, but no, not Foggy. He treasured his closeness to Foggy.
像闻主人味道的狗狗
Matt’s head is resting squarely on his shoulder, comfortably asleep. Foggy can only imagine the dead-tired ache in his bones, and he counts himself lucky he doesn’t have any enhanced senses to detect that. Foggy stares dead ahead, little in mind. The feeling of a six-foot vigilante asleep against him is a new one, he’s warm and his skin is cooling from the sweat of the last several hours.
🥺 🥺 好温馨的场景,学会倚靠的马律师和平静接受的Foggy
Foggy loved being indulgent. He loved the way the richness of expensive coffee rolled over his taste buds. He loved eating out at his favorite restaurant and then getting an overpriced dessert. He loved wearing nice suits that always got him admiring looks, even if the looks were always admiring his power rather than his body. He loved lazy days where he got to lay around and do things at the pace he wanted, ideally with his cock in his boyfriend’s mouth or ass.
(/ω\)(˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵)
福吉问:马特,你想要——自由吗?
马特说:当然不,我为什么想要那种东西?
福吉沉默了一会儿,然后跌到了地上,歇斯底里地笑了起来。
Foggy took this as permission to stuff himself back into Matt’s chest, resting his forehead on his collarbone, where he could hide from the world in the safety of his t-shirt. He didn’t want to think about what he had just done, or what it meant, or what it was going to lead to. He could fix it. Whatever it was, he would be able to fix it. Matt’s confused, aimless hands eventually found a place between his shoulders to hold him there.🥺
三篇出轨文,怀疑是同一个作者写的🌚但是很刺激