Instead of explaining about lazy, silent, sweaty sex, he puts it into notes and curls and sounds and sings it into Davin's ear, making sure the images are clear enough of him lying back, of Bach riding him smoothly, marks and paint indistinguishably next to each other.
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Instead of explaining about lazy, silent, sweaty sex, he puts it into notes and curls and sounds and sings it into Davin's ear, making sure the images are clear enough of him lying back, of Bach riding him smoothly, marks and paint indistinguishably next to each other.
"But maybe I'm wrong."