Yeah. Ripley's brain was not even waiting for him to fall asleep. It was already playing out scenes in the back of his mind that got far worse when Graham started washing him. Ripley swallowed and laughed again, closing his eyes against the water.
Graham was a beast when it came to sex. If what they had just done was anything near an indication it was in very good ways. And it startled Ripley that he was thinking about that already. That he was wishing this would happen again, and possibly more.
This was possibly more awkward then rubbing off on Graham. Getting an awkward boner in the shower because Graham was washing him with the soap and - Yeah. He was thinking about Graham biting him, again.
"Aah. Yeah, I can imagine." Shit did he say that out loud, because he was imagining it. Why was he imagining it?
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Date: 2012-10-21 12:02 am (UTC)Graham was a beast when it came to sex. If what they had just done was anything near an indication it was in very good ways. And it startled Ripley that he was thinking about that already. That he was wishing this would happen again, and possibly more.
This was possibly more awkward then rubbing off on Graham. Getting an awkward boner in the shower because Graham was washing him with the soap and - Yeah. He was thinking about Graham biting him, again.
"Aah. Yeah, I can imagine." Shit did he say that out loud, because he was imagining it. Why was he imagining it?