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"I love you, sir, so much, always, with all of me," Neil was so easy when it came to sharing his affections for Rhys, and when he was being fucked, even more so, "I'm sorry, Rhys, I should have known better," Not that he ever did. Neil couldn't be called innocent, but daft came close to what he was. He worked his hips backwards against Rhys' thrusts with pants for breath, eyes half closed with the pleasure.