|This post contains adult themes.|
So, without further ado, onto today's drabble...
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING WORK OF FICTION MAY CONTAIN ADULT THEMES AND LANGUAGE.
Hands slipped round Rob's waist. Enjoying the feel of firm chest against his back, he leant into Buki's embrace, reviewing the work in front of him. Julian and John had obsessed him since his possession and, once again, he'd tried to capture his vision of the ghosts' final embrace on canvas.
Lips brushed his neck; he shivered distractedly, but mostly he ran his eyes over the curve of man moulded to man. Yet, something nagged at him, something not right.
'Thank you,' whispered into his mind.
Shock right through him, Rob spun round.
No-one was there.
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