Leo grabbed his wrist. Not to push him away. To hold him there.
“None,” Leo said, and kissed him again. Want more PWP prompts or a different genre (fantasy, sci-fi, historical)? Just say the word. pwp prompts
Jamie stood with his back against a barrel of sherry, arms crossed, the sharp lines of his charcoal suit catching the dim glow. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone. He’d undone them an hour ago, during the vows, claiming the knot was choking him. Leo had believed him then. Leo grabbed his wrist