[ Sitting back on his heels, Jim looks down at Finn, a smile slowly spreading across his lips at the lovely view he gets from him. He pets along Finn's thigh with one hand, fingers squeezing the flesh for a moment, just barely teasing his cock before he's forced to pull away, at least for the time being.
He does need both hands to be able to squeeze some lube out onto his fingers after all, and with that done he can finally slip two fingertips along Finn's cleft, rubbing and teasing over his opening. Lube set aside for the time being, his free hand goes to Finn's erection, curling around the girth and giving it a slow squeeze and pump, thumb pressing just beneath the crown. ]
[ Finn gasps and shifts beneath Jim. Or maybe writhes is a better word. He arches his back and moves his hips, trying to give James more room to do whatever he likes. Again, that air of vulnerability sinks in but, again, there's something thrilling and loving about it.
He moans and bucks his hips when a hand meets his cock. ] Fuck, James... [ His head falls back, Finn trying to make his hips stay still for a moment, but it's difficult. His eyes open, forgetting he closed them in the first place, and he watches James through half-lidded eyes.
It's hard to watch and stay even a little still at the same time. ]
[ Feeling that slight tension, Jim goes slowly, fingers pausing where they are when Finn bucks his hips up into his hand, which squeezes tighter and pumps Finn's cock in response. ]
Easy, now, [ He murmurs, trying to coax Finn to calm down a little, relax on the bed. Once he does, or at least stops moving so eagerly, he finally pushes one finger past the tight rim of his entrance, carefully working the single digit in and out of him in a few thrusts, while his other hand keeps pumping his cock, slow and steady and firm.
As soon as he's sure Finn's enjoying it, and he can feel his body relax, he adds a second finger, just as careful in the way he thrusts them in deep. ]
[ He does stop writhing around, at least, breathing deeply and watching every move James makes. He's started moaning awhile ago, too, but only just realized it in the last minute or so.
Finn has one hand wrapped around Jim's forearm, the one pumping his cock, just hanging on and needing to touch. ]
James... Fuck- Please...
[ It's not full on begging yet, really, the words slow and murmured. Like he doesn't even know what he's saying really. Just talking to encourage and compliment and praise. ] You feel so good.
[ That little set of murmured words is met with a soft chuckle from Jim, deep and warm and absolutely endeared. Maybe a little amused, too. ]
Don't tell me you're already that impatient. I'm sure you can hold off a little longer, can't you?
[ He winks down at Finn, teasing and playful, even as his fingers keep pushing in deeper, spreading wide to stretch Finn more easily, prepare him for more. And as Jim is already hard again, it's easy enough to see that he's indeed more than just two fingers, and he doesn't want to hurt Finn in his eagerness to take. He wants to make him feel good. ]
So do you, baby... you look gorgeous, too. Mm... love the way you moan for me, [ He murmurs, leaning down to suck and nibble at one of Finn's nipples, his hips moving closer in the process and his erection pressing against the back of Finn's thigh. ]
[ The teasing makes him grin and bite his bottom lip. Yeah, he can wait. He can wait an eternity for James but no one can blame him for being a little impatient. Though, his eyes soon flutter shut for a brief second as James continues to move within him.
He moans again as Jim bends over him, only partly because of what he says. Feeling James' cock against, feeling the physical proof of how much he wants him, is enough to make him writhe a little again. He wants it, too. It feels like it's been years since James has taken him, especially now. ]
[ His fingers keep working steadily, going as deep and spreading as wide as he can manage. He ends up adding a third, just for good measure, shuddering as he sucks and nibbles at one of Finn's nipples.
With his free hand, he blindly pats around until he finds the lube, then he hands it to Finn. ]
[ Oh, there's a thing in his hand. Oh, he's expected to have coordination right now.
Finn makes some sort squeaking sound that could be a whine if it lasted longer. As it is, he only arches a little and gasps from Jim's mouth on him, idly wondering how he's going to do this.
Well, the sooner he does it-... With one hand and probably a touch of the Force or something, Finn pops the cap open again with one hand and gathers some lube in his palm. Capping it back and pushing it aside, he's quick to find James' cock and begin stroking him. Slow, firm, long, squeezing a little at the head- Clearly not worried about preparation while he does this but Jim'll be prepared anyway.
Meanwhile, his other hand has found James' hair while he moans and tries to keep his hips from wiggling around for more. ]
Feel so good.
[ He's said that already. He'll be saying that a lot. ]
[ Jim offers an apologetic look. For what it's worth, it won't take much effort to get him prepped, and Jim does what he can to help Finn along faster and with as little hiccups as possible. He shudders and tenses when Finn's hand wraps around his cock though, each stroke a little too tight, a little too eager, nearly enough to push him over the edge if it weren't for the fact that he's determined to do things proper and take Finn. ]
Fuck... yeah. Yeah, so do you, baby. You've gotta— hah, you gotta stop. Gonna make me come.
[ He wraps a hand around Finn's wrist, nudging just gently, while his fingers keep pushing, thrusting, spreading them as wide as he can. If Finn's impatient, then what can be said about how Jim feels right now? With a groan, he's shifting them again, free hand moving to grip at the back of Finn's knee and hoist his hips up just so, then he moves his own hips to align himself, letting his fingers slip out so he can take hold of his erection and guide the tip against the opening. ]
[ Though he didn't mean for his touch to have such an effect (not that much, at least), Finn still manages a smug grin while his hand is pulled away. It fades soon, though, when James begins to press against him.
He makes no sound aside from a quiet gasp, his now free hand finding James' shoulder as if he could pull him closer but not actually doing so. His legs wrap around him, too, anticipation killing him even when he's trying to keep himself relaxed. It's hard to not think about the last time James took him, but that was a different time in a different place... Somehow, that makes this even better. To have this again... He bites his lip and forces his mind to turn off.
Besides, if his brain isn't waxing poetic about them, then it's only thinking about how James feels pushing into him right now, inch by inch. His hands grasp at him, back arching just a little while he tries to keep himself still. And even though he wants to just to focus on how this feels, his eyes stay open so as not to miss a second of James right now. ]
[ Jim actually manages a brief roll of his eyes at Finn when he looks all smug like that. Not that it lasts long, and Jim does feel kind of smug himself that he manages to wipe that grin off his face with just the first push and roll of his hips.
He takes things slow at first. He barely moves, even, simply focusing on sliding into him, working in faint little rolls of his hips, thrusts that each time have him pushing in another half inch deeper, until he's finally sheathed to the hilt. He pauses for a moment then, just feeling the way Finn spasms around him, and letting out a pleased groan at how tight he is. ]
Good?
[ He asks, but hardly needs the answer, and before Finn says anything he's already moving, working his hips in slow rolls, not quite going for a hard pace right away. He'll get there soon enough, but he wants to build up to it, and he loves the way Finn holds onto him like this, his own hand gripping Finn's hip firmly while he keeps up a soft, steady pace, tipping his head up to kiss him. ]
[ Finn doesn't entirely feel like he has to answer. Or, rather, doesn't feel like he has an answer or even a word to give right now. Not much except another moan, but then he's kissed and the idea of answering is all but gone, the moan turning into something more of a desperate whine.
He clutches at James, pulling them flush against each other as if he could somehow get any closer. Even his kisses are a little uncontrolled since he's also in need of air badly right now. Finding the idea of just stopping absolutely unthinkable, he just pants into it for a second, nothing but lips and teeth, before he's back to a deep kiss again.
The pace is driving him crazy, too. Finn wants more but also this is perfect. His heart may burst out of his chest before long, at this rate. ]
[ Kissing turns out to be slightly overwhelming. He's not quite as breathless as Finn but he gets there quickly with how eagerly Finn kisses him, how much the contact deepens, the feeling of their bodies connecting so intensely making his head spin all the more.
He's panting heavily for breath himself when Finn pulls away, eyes wide and gaze warm, and he nuzzles against Finn's nose for a moment before diving in for yet another kiss, a muffled moan spilling between them. His hands grip Finn tighter, pull him closer, fingertips digging into warm flesh as he rolls his hips, again and again, loving the steady build of their pace, wanting to feel it all before picking up speed. ]
[ Finn kind of just wants to throw his head back and moan for a solid minute, but he instead fights his way through stuttered breaths so he can keep his eyes on James. As if this couldn't get more intense, just locking eyes for that brief moment before coming together for another kiss has his heart wanting to stop.
His own arms hold James tighter, too, trying to meld them as close together as possible. Then, finally, the pace begins to build. Again, Finn has mixed feelings. He needs more but he also wants this to last forever. But a steady stream of Jim's name and a few 'yes, yes' leave his mouth when they aren't kissing, so he must be on board with it. ]
[ It's ridiculous how cute Finn looks to him right now. Well, hot and absolutely delicious too, but the way he struggles to keep eye contact, the little string of 'yes' when they break away from kissing, it's enough to nearly make him melt.
He manages a chuckle, a soft, brief sound at some point, then kisses Finn again, his hips bucking a little harder, testing how much Finn can take. He's guessing a lot, but he doesn't want to start moving too fast before he's ready for it, and he's still fairly tight around him, offering some resistance when he pushes all the way in and buries his cock inside. ]
[ Finn does arch on a particularly hard thrust, but all it makes him do is moan and lift his legs higher up James' torso. Stopping isn't an option, not in his mind, and slowing down might actually be worse.
Maybe he should want something slow and sweet right now, but his emotions are tumbling around like anything but. He needs this. That stint as a mermaid hardly even felt like it counted, like this.
And that laugh. Finn's own lips twitch into an almost-smile, but he's arching and moaning again, as if caught off guard every time James drives into him again. Stars, it feels like nothing's changed at all. ]
Yes, please, James-- [ Looks like another word entered his vocabulary. ]
[ For what it's worth, neither slowing down nor stopping are options Jim's even vaguely considering right now. He just doesn't want to go too fast too suddenly and somehow hurt Finn.
With a few thrusts, though, it becomes clear that Finn can handle this just fine, so he picks his pace just a little more, holding Finn tightly to him, hot breaths and pants spilled against warm, dark skin as he buries his face into the curve of Finn's neck. ]
Got you, baby, [ He murmurs, kissing idly. One of his hands reaches between them, and he starts stroking Finn, fast and eager, matching the pace of his hips. ]
[ His hand instantly finds the back of Jim's head, his own nuzzling against him like they aren't fucking right now. He's just- It hasn't even been that long, but he's missed this so much.
But James is driving him to the brink, especially with that other hand finding its way to his cock. His breaths are now coming at about the same pace as James thrusts, his own hips moving to meet his. But a litany of curses, pleas, and Jim's name are starting to leave him in breathless moans while his hand scratch at James' scalp. ]
I'm close, I'm- [ And broken off by another moan. ]
[ Well, they are fucking, but nothing's to stop them from making it sweet, warm, intimate, even when their pace has long turned frantic. Jim's heart leaps in his chest for entirely different reasons now, and his breath stutters, his own hands gripping Finn tighter and closer, though all the while his hips never let up on their pace. ]
Okay, 's okay, Finn—
[ It's about all he manages that's minimally coherent, before his voice gets lost in a sharp moan, whole body tensing and shuddering. He's so close too, he knows that just feeling Finn go over the edge will be more than enough to do it. He's just trying to hold on enough to make him get there first, and his hand pumps his cock hard and fast, while he keeps slamming deep into him, skin slapping against skin, lewd noises that mingle with panting, needy mewls and moans, louder the closer they both get to their climax. ]
[ His moans meet with Jim's, also getting louder the further they go. There are a lot of factors that make him want to finally tumble over the edge, and the way Jim speaks is not a small one.
Then, finally, he grabs hard at James, hips trying to keep up the movements, but his lips part in silence when he finally comes. He clenches hard around James, only prolonging this and almost forcing him to arch into his lover.
His heart's beating at least a mile a minute, no small amount of emotions involved in this, but he's too overcome with James to think at all. ]
[ It's hard to pinpoint which of the two comes first, but in the peak of the moment, it hardly seems to matter. Jim spills hard and thick inside Finn when he comes, whole body tensing and hips bucking wildly against him, a loud cry leaving him as he keeps up the same fast pace.
He's riding on the high of his orgasm just as much as he's carrying Finn through his own, absolutely addicted to the way Finn's muscles clamp down eagerly around him, impossibly tight, how he spills across his fingers, making a mess of them both.
Even before he's coming down, he's leaning down to trap Finn's mouth in a heated kiss, thrusting into him one last time with a grunt and just lingering there, allowing himself to stay buried inside for a while. ]
[ Even like this, sated and exhausted, Finn still clings to James and tries to keep their kiss from ending. His lungs put up a healthy protest about it, but he can hardly find it in himself to care. Not right now.
Finn's still celebrating his new relationship status, after all.
But he does part from the kiss enough to breathe eventually, though maybe it can't really be called that since their lips are still brushing. ]
[ A sharp little gasp leaves him as the kiss breaks, evidently breathless, but he breaks into a soft little laugh, brushing his nose against Finn's. Eventually, with a slow little roll of his hips, he slips out of Finn, a little groggy as he shifts and lands on his side with a rough sigh, scooting closer against Finn's side. ]
Mm, so are you, baby...
[ He murmurse with a lazy little smile, tipping his head up and pursing his lips for a kiss, eyes closed. ]
[ Finn sighs as they really part, at least one arm staying around Jim's shoulders just for the contact. But then he looks at him and finds himself laughing.
Instead of doing something to make him into a total brat, Finn just rolls over and happily presses his lips to Jim's, a feather light touch that's still ever interrupted by that grin of his. ]
[ Jim very nearly breaks into laughter too, but holds on until Finn finally kisses him. The contact does break when he lets out a soft laugh of his own, but he doesn't move too far, lips pressing and brushing gently over Finn's, his body arching to press closer to his own. ]
You're cute.
[ A statement that has little to do with anything, but whatever. He reaches down to pull up the covers, tucking them up to their shoulders, and letting out a sigh as he settles in comfortably for some warm cuddling. ]
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He does need both hands to be able to squeeze some lube out onto his fingers after all, and with that done he can finally slip two fingertips along Finn's cleft, rubbing and teasing over his opening. Lube set aside for the time being, his free hand goes to Finn's erection, curling around the girth and giving it a slow squeeze and pump, thumb pressing just beneath the crown. ]
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He moans and bucks his hips when a hand meets his cock. ] Fuck, James... [ His head falls back, Finn trying to make his hips stay still for a moment, but it's difficult. His eyes open, forgetting he closed them in the first place, and he watches James through half-lidded eyes.
It's hard to watch and stay even a little still at the same time. ]
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Easy, now, [ He murmurs, trying to coax Finn to calm down a little, relax on the bed. Once he does, or at least stops moving so eagerly, he finally pushes one finger past the tight rim of his entrance, carefully working the single digit in and out of him in a few thrusts, while his other hand keeps pumping his cock, slow and steady and firm.
As soon as he's sure Finn's enjoying it, and he can feel his body relax, he adds a second finger, just as careful in the way he thrusts them in deep. ]
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Finn has one hand wrapped around Jim's forearm, the one pumping his cock, just hanging on and needing to touch. ]
James... Fuck- Please...
[ It's not full on begging yet, really, the words slow and murmured. Like he doesn't even know what he's saying really. Just talking to encourage and compliment and praise. ] You feel so good.
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Don't tell me you're already that impatient. I'm sure you can hold off a little longer, can't you?
[ He winks down at Finn, teasing and playful, even as his fingers keep pushing in deeper, spreading wide to stretch Finn more easily, prepare him for more. And as Jim is already hard again, it's easy enough to see that he's indeed more than just two fingers, and he doesn't want to hurt Finn in his eagerness to take. He wants to make him feel good. ]
So do you, baby... you look gorgeous, too. Mm... love the way you moan for me, [ He murmurs, leaning down to suck and nibble at one of Finn's nipples, his hips moving closer in the process and his erection pressing against the back of Finn's thigh. ]
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He moans again as Jim bends over him, only partly because of what he says. Feeling James' cock against, feeling the physical proof of how much he wants him, is enough to make him writhe a little again. He wants it, too. It feels like it's been years since James has taken him, especially now. ]
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With his free hand, he blindly pats around until he finds the lube, then he hands it to Finn. ]
Here— do me. Get me ready, baby, come on...
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Finn makes some sort squeaking sound that could be a whine if it lasted longer. As it is, he only arches a little and gasps from Jim's mouth on him, idly wondering how he's going to do this.
Well, the sooner he does it-... With one hand and probably a touch of the Force or something, Finn pops the cap open again with one hand and gathers some lube in his palm. Capping it back and pushing it aside, he's quick to find James' cock and begin stroking him. Slow, firm, long, squeezing a little at the head- Clearly not worried about preparation while he does this but Jim'll be prepared anyway.
Meanwhile, his other hand has found James' hair while he moans and tries to keep his hips from wiggling around for more. ]
Feel so good.
[ He's said that already. He'll be saying that a lot. ]
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Fuck... yeah. Yeah, so do you, baby. You've gotta— hah, you gotta stop. Gonna make me come.
[ He wraps a hand around Finn's wrist, nudging just gently, while his fingers keep pushing, thrusting, spreading them as wide as he can. If Finn's impatient, then what can be said about how Jim feels right now? With a groan, he's shifting them again, free hand moving to grip at the back of Finn's knee and hoist his hips up just so, then he moves his own hips to align himself, letting his fingers slip out so he can take hold of his erection and guide the tip against the opening. ]
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He makes no sound aside from a quiet gasp, his now free hand finding James' shoulder as if he could pull him closer but not actually doing so. His legs wrap around him, too, anticipation killing him even when he's trying to keep himself relaxed. It's hard to not think about the last time James took him, but that was a different time in a different place... Somehow, that makes this even better. To have this again... He bites his lip and forces his mind to turn off.
Besides, if his brain isn't waxing poetic about them, then it's only thinking about how James feels pushing into him right now, inch by inch. His hands grasp at him, back arching just a little while he tries to keep himself still. And even though he wants to just to focus on how this feels, his eyes stay open so as not to miss a second of James right now. ]
Yes...
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He takes things slow at first. He barely moves, even, simply focusing on sliding into him, working in faint little rolls of his hips, thrusts that each time have him pushing in another half inch deeper, until he's finally sheathed to the hilt. He pauses for a moment then, just feeling the way Finn spasms around him, and letting out a pleased groan at how tight he is. ]
Good?
[ He asks, but hardly needs the answer, and before Finn says anything he's already moving, working his hips in slow rolls, not quite going for a hard pace right away. He'll get there soon enough, but he wants to build up to it, and he loves the way Finn holds onto him like this, his own hand gripping Finn's hip firmly while he keeps up a soft, steady pace, tipping his head up to kiss him. ]
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He clutches at James, pulling them flush against each other as if he could somehow get any closer. Even his kisses are a little uncontrolled since he's also in need of air badly right now. Finding the idea of just stopping absolutely unthinkable, he just pants into it for a second, nothing but lips and teeth, before he's back to a deep kiss again.
The pace is driving him crazy, too. Finn wants more but also this is perfect. His heart may burst out of his chest before long, at this rate. ]
James--
[ So, yes, it's good. ]
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He's panting heavily for breath himself when Finn pulls away, eyes wide and gaze warm, and he nuzzles against Finn's nose for a moment before diving in for yet another kiss, a muffled moan spilling between them. His hands grip Finn tighter, pull him closer, fingertips digging into warm flesh as he rolls his hips, again and again, loving the steady build of their pace, wanting to feel it all before picking up speed. ]
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His own arms hold James tighter, too, trying to meld them as close together as possible. Then, finally, the pace begins to build. Again, Finn has mixed feelings. He needs more but he also wants this to last forever. But a steady stream of Jim's name and a few 'yes, yes' leave his mouth when they aren't kissing, so he must be on board with it. ]
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He manages a chuckle, a soft, brief sound at some point, then kisses Finn again, his hips bucking a little harder, testing how much Finn can take. He's guessing a lot, but he doesn't want to start moving too fast before he's ready for it, and he's still fairly tight around him, offering some resistance when he pushes all the way in and buries his cock inside. ]
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Maybe he should want something slow and sweet right now, but his emotions are tumbling around like anything but. He needs this. That stint as a mermaid hardly even felt like it counted, like this.
And that laugh. Finn's own lips twitch into an almost-smile, but he's arching and moaning again, as if caught off guard every time James drives into him again. Stars, it feels like nothing's changed at all. ]
Yes, please, James-- [ Looks like another word entered his vocabulary. ]
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With a few thrusts, though, it becomes clear that Finn can handle this just fine, so he picks his pace just a little more, holding Finn tightly to him, hot breaths and pants spilled against warm, dark skin as he buries his face into the curve of Finn's neck. ]
Got you, baby, [ He murmurs, kissing idly. One of his hands reaches between them, and he starts stroking Finn, fast and eager, matching the pace of his hips. ]
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But James is driving him to the brink, especially with that other hand finding its way to his cock. His breaths are now coming at about the same pace as James thrusts, his own hips moving to meet his. But a litany of curses, pleas, and Jim's name are starting to leave him in breathless moans while his hand scratch at James' scalp. ]
I'm close, I'm- [ And broken off by another moan. ]
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Okay, 's okay, Finn—
[ It's about all he manages that's minimally coherent, before his voice gets lost in a sharp moan, whole body tensing and shuddering. He's so close too, he knows that just feeling Finn go over the edge will be more than enough to do it. He's just trying to hold on enough to make him get there first, and his hand pumps his cock hard and fast, while he keeps slamming deep into him, skin slapping against skin, lewd noises that mingle with panting, needy mewls and moans, louder the closer they both get to their climax. ]
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Then, finally, he grabs hard at James, hips trying to keep up the movements, but his lips part in silence when he finally comes. He clenches hard around James, only prolonging this and almost forcing him to arch into his lover.
His heart's beating at least a mile a minute, no small amount of emotions involved in this, but he's too overcome with James to think at all. ]
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He's riding on the high of his orgasm just as much as he's carrying Finn through his own, absolutely addicted to the way Finn's muscles clamp down eagerly around him, impossibly tight, how he spills across his fingers, making a mess of them both.
Even before he's coming down, he's leaning down to trap Finn's mouth in a heated kiss, thrusting into him one last time with a grunt and just lingering there, allowing himself to stay buried inside for a while. ]
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Finn's still celebrating his new relationship status, after all.
But he does part from the kiss enough to breathe eventually, though maybe it can't really be called that since their lips are still brushing. ]
You're amazing.
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Mm, so are you, baby...
[ He murmurse with a lazy little smile, tipping his head up and pursing his lips for a kiss, eyes closed. ]
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Instead of doing something to make him into a total brat, Finn just rolls over and happily presses his lips to Jim's, a feather light touch that's still ever interrupted by that grin of his. ]
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You're cute.
[ A statement that has little to do with anything, but whatever. He reaches down to pull up the covers, tucking them up to their shoulders, and letting out a sigh as he settles in comfortably for some warm cuddling. ]
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