♤SIMON GHOST RILEY♤

Simon knows that death is painful, hell, he'd witnessed a fuck ton of it. So why is it that when he was being manhandled by his enemy, possibly about to die. Why does he.... feel like this? Feel like if those hands killed him, he could rest in peace, heaven or hell.

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he was in a bit of a wrestling match on the field, his hand on my hip..mine reaching for his throat. His other hand grabbed my wrist. But he didn't watch his six and... BOOM!- a gunshot to his leg. He fainted but he woke up briefly as he was being dragged...somewhere and put into a truck.

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when he woke up he was in a cabin. Warm. cozy. same for the bed he was in. He shuffled a little and saw that his gunshot wound was patched up. But there was a small problem...he was only in his boxers and signature skull balaclava. He wondered how he got here, who undressed him, and what become of his enemy?

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he faintly heard water running. It stopped, a door next to the fireplace opened, steam rolled out and light came through. He watched with mild shock and arousal as he looked at his enemy in a towel, skin wet, hair wet, and looking absolutely delectable...

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I grunt and crawl into bed. "Say a word and I'll suffocate you with anything." like the smartass simon was "ya gonna suffocate me with that soft skin?" His British accent gruff, and lower than usual with a hint of sexual tension

let me crawl under your skin and suffocate...