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My hand on my cock reminds me of Tyler
Tyler’s hand has never been on my dick
I want Tyler’s hand on me in ways that do not involve the scraping of knuckles against my front teeth
Rather the scraping of calloused fingers over my unclothed hips
The scabs of his healing knuckles gliding across my swollen cheeks
His split lips dragging lazily across my stomach
As we lay amongst the mold and only god can tell what else
Tyler would have me
Tyler already has me
My hand on my cock is a rough pace
Tyler wouldn't use lube
Would be rough and quick in his motions
No time for niceties as he works his hands on me
Tyler wouldn't be gentle in the slightest of ways
Tyler would mark me
Marks that wouldn't last as long as his kiss on the back of my hand
But marks nonetheless
Tyler would leave them like a brand
A brand that not even Angel would have graced upon his pretty form