"Not me!" Eliot said. He pressed his hands to his face. "Ugh. This fucking pollen, now I'm picturing it."
And it was not the boner killer it absolutely should have been. (It was, at least, thankfully not a boner promoter either, Eliot did not need to suddenly discover that sort of kink, thank you.)
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Date: 2022-03-31 01:59 pm (UTC)And it was not the boner killer it absolutely should have been. (It was, at least, thankfully not a boner promoter either, Eliot did not need to suddenly discover that sort of kink, thank you.)