By peachnewt
If soft vore/endo or m/m is not your thing, leave now. These characters are my own creation. Do not steal or copy.
The sound of Louis’ fist connecting with the mirrored surface of the observation window was enough to get Justin on his feet.
“Jesus!” said Justin. “The hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Getting their damn attention,” snapped Louis. He hit the glass again, this time using the brace on his left arm as a battering ram. It hurt like hell, but the whole mirror panel wobbled. “Where’s Will?”