Chapter
20 ?? The Need In Me
Just
to see what would happen, Brian waited until 8:35 pm which was thirty minutes
past Justin's normal bedtime. He was sure he had given this Plake-guy his
number, and everybody over there in the fucking institution had his exact
address. So, how come nobody had called to ask where Justin was?! He could?ve
kidnapped the boy, smuggled him across the border to Mexico, but it seemed
nobody at St. James worried enough about the kid to at least check.
"Hff."
He went upstairs.
It
was still dark in the bedroom and even breathing sounds came from the blond boy
spread out across his bed.
God,
Justin looked gorgeous lying there like that.
He
always was extraordinarily beautiful, but shit,? like that, completely naked
and sleeping all relaxed, pale skin on dark sheets? he looked like the sweetest
temptation out of Gay-heaven, fresh and hot and innocent.
Brian
closed the door quietly, went downstairs again and dialled the number of the
St. James Sanatorium.
?Ward
4, Miller speaking," came the bored answer after more than two minutes.
"Yes,
Kinney here. I?m sure you?re wondering why Mister Taylor hasn?t returned yet.?
"Who?"
Brian
listened as nurse Miller smacked her gum noisily and scrunched up his nose in
disgust. ?Mister Taylor. Your patient in room 4.11."
?Ah,
yes of course. The little one, right? Justin."
?Right."
Brian forced himself to maintain a calm intonation. ?I?ve taken him with me
this afternoon, but he?s fallen asleep while watching TV, and I would hate to
wake him up now. So please make sure to inform your colleagues at shift change
that Justin will be back after breakfast."
?Okay."
The nurse wrote something down. "?back?after?breakfast." She put the
pen aside. ?Hey, are you authorized to have the little one with ya?"
?Yes.
Write down my name. Brian Kinney. I left my phone number and they know my
address."
"Okay."
?Fine."
Brian ended the call cursing as he threw the phone on the couch. Fucking
incompetent people! He poured himself a glass of Bourbon and knocked it down
quickly before fixing another, then walked over to the terrace door and inhaled
on a cigarette. He wondered briefly if he could leave the boy alone for a short
excursion to Babylon but quickly decided against it.? Pouring a third glass of Bourbon, he decided to spend a couple of
hours on his computer.
Around
midnight he felt surprisingly exhausted for a Saturday night, turned off the
lights and went upstairs. Just outside of the bedroom door he briefly thought
of the possibility of sleeping on the sofa. The thought vanished and he wasn?t
even very quiet as he pushed open the door, undressed in front of the bed and
made his way to the bathroom.
When
he came back, Justin sat with sleepy eyes in the middle of the bed, yawned and
almost looked frightened when he saw the prince. He shook his head.
Brian
stopped and raised an eyebrow. ?What?"
Justin
looked up to the ceiling. ?One?sixty-one.?
Brian
smiled, went to his wardrobe to put on a pair of underwear, sat down on the bed
and leaned over to whisper into Justin's ear. ?You trying to ignore me
again?"
Justin
shook his head once more and tried to crawl away. He really didn?t want to go
back to the tower.
?Hey."
Brian held him by the shoulder. ?Where are you going?"
?Ah!"
Justin jerked his head back and stiffened.
?Justin."
Brian took his hand away and spoke sternly. ?Look at me."
The
boy shook his head ?no?, but turned around after a minute anyway.
Brian
smiled. ?Good boy."
?Yes."
Justin looked up to the ceiling. ?Justin."
?Hm."
The older man gripped the boy?s chin to create visual contact. ?You want to go
back, Justin? Home to your room?"
Justin
squeezed his eyes tightly shut.
Brian's
grip on Justin's chin became a trace more firm. ?Justin! Do you want to sleep
in your own bed? You want me to take you home?"
?No!"
The boy tried to escape the strong fingers. ?Sleep with? sleep with
Prian!" He took hold of his hair to pull it, but Brian beat him to it and
held the thin wrist tightly.
?You
want to sleep here? With me?"
?Yes."
Justin rocked on his heels. ?Justin."
"Hmm."
Brian released him, stroked Justin?s cheek once with his thumb, then laid down
and turned his back to the boy. ?Well, then lie down and go to sleep again.
It?s late."
?Yes."
Justin looked up, bobbed a bit up and down for a while and then began to count
anew. ?One?sixty-one. One fell?one fell down."
Brian
sighed. ?What?s with the noise again?! I said go to sleep!"
?Yes.
One?of course one cherry. One fell down. Prian says."
?Hff."
Brian blinked twice irritated, sat up and stared at his guest coldly. ?Justin.
I want to sleep. I cannot sleep as long as you?re talking, so be quiet,
okay?"
?Yes."
?Yes?"
?Yes.
Be quiet."
?Hmm."
Brian eyed the boy mistrustfully for a moment longer, then lay down again and
turned around.
Justin
sat still and said nothing. But his eyes just wouldn?t shut. So he crawled over
the mattress a bit, found his book under the pillow and started to leaf through
it.
For
now he liked the story of Little Red Riding Hood the most, so he read a couple
of lines from it, then got hungry when he saw the terrific cake and the green
bottle in the basket, and crawled to the edge of the bed to open the drawer of
the nightstand.
?Oooh.?
The
prince had the most wonderful things hidden in the little cabinet and Justin
reached after one very pretty silver arm-jewelry and tried to put it on his
wrist. It wouldn?t fit, so he put it aside and instead began to count the many
little money treasure coins, which Prian had collected from his Christmas
Puddings. He counted exactly forty-three shiny, different looking coins, and
almost couldn?t believe how rich the prince was.
He
touched a lovely big silver coin with an extended forefinger, and
"Ha!" smiled brightly as he discovered a terrific blue plastic stick,
that looked exactly like his?
??penis!?
He
took it into his hand, felt it and sniffed at it. But although it had the same
color as the blue well water, it didn?t smell like frog at all.
Irritated,
Brian opened one eye when he heard the word 'penis' out of the boy?s mouth, but
however, didn?t feel like that was reason enough to give up his comfortable
position under the covers.
Justin
poked the tip of his tongue to the wonderful penis stick, smacked twice noisily
because he found the taste not very approving and then let it fall completely
ignored on the mattress, as he saw right behind the small pile of money
treasure a fantastic tube of water pudding.
He
squeezed it a bit, opened up the lid with a small 'click' and immediately a
large, slippery drop fell on the blanket, another in front of the bed on the
cat fur carpet and then a smaller one directly on Justin's naked thigh.
?Hh!"
It
was cold and wet, and after a moment of hesitancy, the boy smeared it around
generously with three fingers liking the noise that the pudding made. Then he
licked his whole hand carefully clean, really not knowing why water pudding had
to taste so horrible.
When
his hand was clean he squeezed another portion on his extended forefinger and
watched as most of it ran down on the pillow, before he touched his slippery
hand, fascinated, to Prian?s naked backside.
Shocked,
Brian arched his back and turned around within half a second. He grabbed for
Justin's wrist, giving the boy his death stare. ?What the hell do you think
you?re doing?!"
?Ah-oh.?
Justin's heart hammered in his chest and he tried to pull his hand out of the
strong fingers.
Brian
sat up and took the open KY tube from Justin's firm grasp. ?Where do you-"
His look fell on the open drawer first and then on the handcuffs and his
favourite vibrator, scattered across the bed. ?Shit!" He let go of the
kid, got up and went to the other bed side to gather his things and hold them
under the younger one?s nose, accusingly.
?Who
the fuck told you to touch my private belongings?!"
Justin
stared at the prince anxiously and then quickly looked up to the ceiling to
count the wonderful money treasure coins again.
?One?forty-one.
Two? forty-two. Forty-three."
Furiously,
Brian threw his stuff back into the drawer and grabbed the boy hard by the
shoulder. ?And fucking stop trying to ignore me!"
?Ahh."
Justin got confused with the numbers and his shoulder stung and stung and the
prince was?
??certainly
very angry.?
?God!"
Brian released him, stepped with his naked foot into a cold lube spot on the
carpet and stormed out of the room, slamming the door.
When
he came back a couple of minutes later, he had a cigarette in the corner of his
mouth and stood quietly at the foot of the bed eyeing the slender person on the
mattress, who was rocking irritated from left to the right.
"Yes?
certainly angry. Prian says?says not over?over the street."
Justin
curled a long blond hair strand around his finger and bounced up and down
nervously on the bed, while he was desperately trying to keep his gaze up.
Brian
took a deep drag of his cigarette, blew the smoke out in a long trail and then
spoke in a quiet voice. ?Justin."
?Of
course not? no more biting. Prian says."
?Don?t
be a drama princess. I didn?t bite you."
?Yes.
Of course no more?no more biting."
Brian
drew his lips inside, looked at the floor and then took another drag from his
cigarette, when he looked up again. ?The things in the drawer are not-"
?Yes,
certainly a penis."
Brian
blinked. ?Well, the penis is none of your business. You?ve made everything wet
with the fucking lube."
"Yes."
Justin stopped to wrap his hair around his finger and looked at the prince with
big innocent eyes. ?Certainly all slimy."
A
little bit of the colorless gel still stuck to Justin's chin and the corners of
his mouth and a tiny, gentle smile curled around Mister Kinney?s lips. With one
hand he reached for the boy and wiped with his thumb over the pale skin. ?Have
you eaten my lube?"
?Yes."
Justin liked Prian?s fingers on his face and kept very still.
Brian
blew his smoke to the side, while carefully rubbing over Justin's lips. ?Are
you hungry?"
?Yes.
Certainly white beet." Justin poked his tongue against Prian?s fingertip.
?Hmm."
And without a further comment, the older one went to his wardrobe, got a long
white shirt out and threw it in front of his guest on the mattress. ?Put this
on, then we?ll go to the kitchen."
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Justin
had put on the shirt although, it wasn?t his, and had walked down the stairs
holding Prian?s hand, even though it was very dark and his feet were cold.
The
prince had turned on a little light in the kitchen and opened the fridge door,
asking Justin what he wanted to eat.
Justin
didn?t know whether it was already eight a.m., but he was sure they would have?
??waffles
and fruit salad. Of course on Sunday."
Brian
took a last drag on his cigarette, stubbed it out in the ashtray next to the
coffee maker, closed the refrigerator again and fetched the peanut butter from
the cupboard. ?We aren?t eating breakfast. It?s a midnight snack."
?Oooh."
Justin watched fascinated as Prian peeled a banana, cut it into slices and
spread them evenly on a peanut butter bread.
?Here."
Brian placed the plate on the bar. ?Sit down."
Justin
felt a little funny when he crawled on the high seat, because he didn?t have on
underwear, and the t-shirt always slipped off his butt, but after he?d wriggled
around four times he found it comfortable enough and reached for the bread
without asking for permission first.
He
bit off a large piece and munched happily along while he watched the prince
attentively filling a glass of milk.
?Good?"
Brian put the glass next to the plate and caressed Justin's hair briefly.
?Drink the milk, too."
?Yes."
Brian
snatched a half empty carton of yogurt ice-cream from the freezer, rummaged in
the cutlery drawer for a large spoon and took both into the living room, to sit
on the couch.
Of
course there wasn?t anything worth watching on television at this time of the
night, but even the 103rd Loveboat rerun was better than watching Justin?s evil
pink tongue, licking peanut butter like a fucking kitten.
Fifteen
minutes later, Justin carefully collected the last bread crumb off his plate,
ate it and drank the whole glass of milk. Then he licked his lips and put one
hand on his belly because he suddenly felt not so well anymore.
Brian
raised his head and looked over the back of the sofa. ?Justin, are you
done?"
The
boy didn?t give an answer, licked his lips once again and then climbed
awkwardly down from the big bar chair. His stomach pinched and he was a little
tired. He really would?ve preferred to speak to Plake now.
He
wandered around the kitchen a little disoriented and then went into the living
room. The floor was made of wood and much warmer and he wiggled his toes and
looked up to the white ceiling.
"Justin.
Come here." Brian ate another spoonful of ice cream.
?Yes."
When
Mister Kinney looked up two minutes later, Justin really stood next to the
couch. Rocking softly back and forth, one hand between his naked legs and his
eyes captivated by the events on the television.
Another
three minutes passed, before he patted closer, with naked feet and clumsy
steps, to sit down in Brian's lap.
His
butt was naked and cold, causing Brian to almost forgot to swallow his ice
cream, and when a big Captain?s dinner was shown on T.V., Justin opened his
mouth eagerly towards the prince-ice spoon.
?Can?t
you say please?" Brian's voice sounded annoyed, but at the same time he
shoved a generous spoon full of ice cream between Justin's lips. ?You are
fucking rude, you know."
Justin
said nothing, only sucked his ice cream and watched the presentation of the
dessert buffet on television. Soon afterwards, when he opened his mouth once
more for another bite, he said a clearly understandable "Please.",
even though it was emphasized wrongly, and he didn?t bother to take his eyes
off the screen.
Brian
smiled slightly, "That?s better." and fed the next spoon.
?Yes."
Justin licked his lips.
Another
fourteen polite ice spoons later, Justin?s face was smeared whitely and Brian
felt a little dizzy from this sight and the feeling of a naked ass sitting on
his own only scantily dressed lap.
A
woman with a huge pink hat ran across the television screen and Justin laughed
loudly and looked at the prince happily. ?Like a bowl!"
?Hmm.
Wouldn?t make a difference." Brian smiled back, scooped the rest of the
half melted ice cream from the container and, "Justin..." held the
spoon in Justin?s direction, until he had the boy?s attention. ?The last spoon.
You want it?"
Did he? Yes. The ice cream was so good and he wanted very much of it. So he
said a serious "Please.", looked at the prince with big eyes and
opened his mouth in anticipation.
But
Brian however, just grinned, raised his left eyebrow and in slow motion, stuck
the spoon between his own lips. ?Mmmh." He put the empty container aside
and his grin became amused laughter when the boy?s face changed into an image
of pure shock.?
Justin
stared at Prian?s mouth dumbstruck, reached for it with one finger and somehow
tried to get in there; where the wonderful ice cream had disappeared.
Brian
held his wrist tightly, waited a few seconds for a hardly noticeable moment of
respite, and then pulled the kid closer. Without a word. And when he could feel
warm breath on his face, he shut his eyes demonstratively, tipped his head a
little to the side and waited.
"Yes."
Justin looked nervously aside and then back to Prian?s beautiful mouth.
?Certainly licking?" He moved closer and rubbed his nose over the prince?s
cheek. ?Kiss Prian." And even though he kept his own eyes wide open, he
didn?t dare to look as he extended his tongue and found a warm mouth with it.
It
tasted so good, like Prian and ice cream, and he was all excited and started to
rock around a little on Prian?s lap. But two big, strong hands held him still
and then the warm lips opened for him and it got cold and sweet and very hot.
Everything at the same time. And he whimpered a bit and closed his eyes anyway.
Very tightly. His fingers fumbled for hold at Prian?s bare chest and his whole
body tried to get closer and closer. His tongue licked eagerly every exquisite
millimetre of Prian?s mouth and Brian smiled in the devouring kiss as he heard
a mumbled, "Certainly ice cream ...".
He
pulled back a little and kissed Justin on the lips. ?Good?"
Justin
giggled quietly and put his finger in Prian?s mouth. ?Certainly a cherry."
And
Brian didn?t know why, but suddenly he had the urgent need to eat this
half-naked boy in his lap completely and in one piece.
?since
this plan was a bit difficult to realize, though, he confined himself to
another kiss. More calmly this time, deeper and safely controlled by him. With
stroking hands in soft blond hair and professional tongue work, to elicit these
wonderful little sounds of Justin?s, full of hunger and unconscious longing.
He
could feel the boy?s hardness pressing against him and saw the need in the blue
eyes. He understood that need all too well, having experienced it on numerous
occasions. This kid had no one to turn to and no one to teach him anything
about sex or his body's needs. How fucking unfair was that?? It was obvious the boy was horny as hell, so
why should he have to suffer.
He
caressed Justin?s warm back with his broad palm, pulled the soft shirt up and
kneaded the most perfect butt he?d ever put his hands on.
Justin
felt like he would melt, pushed his bottom whimpering in Prian?s hand and then
pressed himself against the half-naked body as tightly as possible. He liked
kissing with Prian so much and he sighed hoarsely because his penis got really
hard and he had to rub his crotch even stronger against the beautiful prince.
Brian
felt a few drops of warm wetness and Justin's obvious erection against his
stomach, slid his tongue groaning deeper between dark pink lips and moved into
a better position on the sofa, before he instinctively pumped his hips a few
times towards the boy?s middle.
Justin
moaned loudly and buried his face deep into Brian's neck while he was clumsily
trying to bring his hands between his legs.
Brian
panted against Justin's ear and closed his eyes, as he noticed five amazingly
strong fingers, desperately trying to reach between their two bodies. ?You like
that?" He whispered and? followed
the curve of Justin?s ear with his tongue, while his middle finger did the same
between Justin?s ass cheeks. ?You want to touch yourself?" He reached for
Justin's hand and led it directly to an impressive manhood. ?Do you touch yourself
when you?re alone in your room, hmm?" With his own hand over Justin's
fingers he stroked the hard length twice gently up and down and the boy
squirmed and whimpered loudly. ?Do you think of me when you?re doing this,
Justin? You think of Prian?"
"Hhh."
With his eyes shut tightly, Justin tried to raise his head but everything was
upside down and turned around and in the end he only pressed his nose weakly
against Prian?s throat.? ?Dream
of?Prian?Prian?s tongue."
The
words were quiet and unemphatic, but Brian grinned and squeezed Justin?s thin
fingers tightly around the hard shaft. ?Hmm?you like my tongue, do you? When I
kiss you?" He licked Justin's warm ear once more and the boy trembled and
imitating extended his own tongue to taste Prian?s skin.
"Come
here .." He kissed Justin's temple and took him by the shoulders to push
him up. ?Let me get up, brat." He said it quietly, threw a pillow on the
floor and manoeuvred the light body with a couple of secure grips into a
kneeling position in front of the sofa, so Justin?s knees were on the soft
pillow. Then he knelt down behind the boy and pushed his upper body gently onto
the warm seat of the sofa. ?Stay like this, okay?" He kissed Justin's red
cheek, and for a moment, nestled his face into soft, blond hair, while he was
stroking Justin's sides soothingly with both hands. ?Close your eyes.?
Justin
tried to think about why he wasn?t sitting correctly on the beautiful white
sofa, but all the thoughts flying around in his head were full of almonds, glittering
silver swords, ice cream kisses and wonderful prince whispering words. And he
opened his eyes and tried to turn his head, but the prince only smiled and
kissed his nose, saying "Ah ah. No looking.? And then Prian?s large hands
were everywhere. Gentle and so strong and soft like clouds. Justin turned his
face into the thick couch cushion and hummed and sighed and noticed as his legs
started to tremble and shake when the prince pushed them apart and began to
caress his bottom.
"Sssh."
Brian put a hand to Justin?s hips and kept it there for support; rubbing his
own hardness through his damp underwear, while he frantically gritted his teeth
so he wouldn?t swear out loud as the boy stretched his ass still an inch
higher, wiggling it around expectantly.
Justin
felt little warm kisses on his back and his butt and was so excited and
everything tickled and buzzed and "Hh!" then he jerked away startled
as something hot and wet snaked between his butt cheeks. From top to bottom and
back again. And he wailed out loud and his heart beat in his throat and then he
couldn?t even breathe anymore, as he looked over his shoulder and saw the big
prince cat, sitting behind him, licking him all over with the most wonderful
tongue.
Blindly,
Brian put a secure hand on Justin's back to keep him still, before he stiffened
his tongue and pushed it carefully into a tiny pink opening. He had to fight
intense resistance and growled low in his throat at the almost desperately
mewling sounds coming? from Justin's
mouth. But he took his time and rubbed his tongue with smooth, even movements
again and again through the hard ring of muscle until he was rewarded with
sweet surrender and three tiny drops of pre cum on his Milan wood floor.
Justin
bit into the white cushion fabric and wanted to laugh and yell and to fly away
but then he only squeaked a bit and shoved his bottom further and further
against Prian?s lips, because he wanted to have more and more of the damp
breath and the long tongue and the hundreds and thousands of butterflies flying
around everywhere in his body, as the prince withdraw for a moment and then
came back to lick him everywhere with a broad, soft tongue. Between his legs,
on his butt cheeks and so very deep inside, like a big tiger cat, who was
hungry and thirsty and growled because it couldn?t find enough to eat.
Brian
sat back on his heels for a moment to admire his spit shiny work, kneaded the
soft globes then roughly with both hands and bent down again, to sink his
tongue back into the virgin tight tunnel for a last time, ?Ah Fuck, Justin??
before he wasn?t able to stand it any longer and laid down heavy on Justin?s
back, wrapped his long arms around him, kissed a warm, scented neck and moved
his own painfully hard erection, moaning and panting heavily, against the boys
firm ass. Again and again, while he reached with practiced fingers between
Justin's legs to bring him over the edge with a couple of last strokes.
Justin
tore his eyes open and then squeezed them tightly shut. The prince was in him
and on him and all around him and white stars and small blue flying dots and
loud water brawling came and made him as light as a feather and the butterflies
whirled through the air and wrapped around him to make everything dark and far
away. And then there was only Prian and nothing more. Prian?s smell, Prian?s
fast heartbeat, Prian?s intense panting on his neck, Prian?s small kisses at
his shoulders and Prian?s wonderful whispering words close to his ear. He
couldn't understand them but they sounded more beautiful than everything else
in the world.
Even
after three minutes Brian felt no desire to move, however, as the blurry
curtain lifted a little from his foggy brain, he figured that he was probably a
little too heavy with his full weight on the slim boy under him. ?Hhh" He
began to move his limbs, dug his nose into Justin?s neck and then screwed up
his face in disgust, when he was confronted with the fact that he had
ejaculated in his underwear like a thirteen-year-old. ?Shit." Rather
ungracefully he stood up, felt his wet shorts, looked at the half-naked boy who
knelt on all fours over a very impressive puddle, and decided that he didn?t
regret the experience even if he?d embarrassed himself by shooting in his
briefs.
"Hey."
He tousled through the small pile of blond hair strands, wildly spread out on
his sinfully expensive couch cushion. ?You okay? ?
Two
blue eyes opened and looked up a little dazed. Justin felt a bit cold and limp
and would?ve preferred for an hour to just...
"?sleep."
He
lowered his naked butt to the floor, rubbed with the ball of his hand over his
nose and closed his eyes again.
"Ah
ah." Brian grinned and patted the kid on the shoulder.? ?Don't even think of it. Off to the shower.?
"Yes."
Justin pressed his face into the cushion and sighed.
Brian
took him by the arm and dragged him on his feet.? ?Come on, princess. Get up.?
"Yes."
Justin looked at the prince pleading.?
He really wanted to? ...
"?go
to bed??
Brian
took him by the hand.? ?Go into the
shower.?
"Yes."
The boy plodded awkwardly after the prince and turned around once again half
way out, pointing to the clearly wet spot in front of the sofa.? ?Certainly wee-wee.?
"Pissing.?
"Yes."
The prince dragged him out of the room and upstairs.? ?Of course Prian pissed...pissed on the floor." He said it
in slight disapproval.
Brian
squeezed Justin's hand a bit too tightly and the blond squeaked in alarm.? ?I did not!" He? growled his observation while entering the
bedroom and switching on the light. ?...little twat.?
"Yes."
Justin wiggled his toes on the soft cat fur carpet, thought of Prian?s
beautiful tongue and smiled brightly as the door to the bathroom opened.? ?Of course lick?lick Prian in the
shower." He liked puddle water.
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Brian
Kinney was definitely a fan of long fair princess hair, although he would?ve
denied it in front of every court in the country with a hand over his very
manly heart.
But
here in the peaceful private atmosphere of his bedroom in the half-dark, with a
freshly showered, stark-naked Justin at his side, the long damp strands
virtually wrapped? all by themselves
around his fingers.
First
he watched Justin?s tired eyes and then a particularly long hair strand, which
he could knot eight times around his index finger.? ?Your hair is long.?
"Yes."
Justin sighed tiredly and fought with all his power to hold his heavy eyes
open. The prince just looked so beautiful.
"Why
do you have such long hair??
"Yes."
The boy yawned, smacked his lips quietly and extended his hand to touch Prian?s
eyebrow.? ?Certainly to climb.?
The
right corner of Brian?s mouth lifted in amusement while he was wrapping two
fingers synchronously in blond hair.?
?People don't climb on hair.?
They didn?t? Justin looked at the prince a little confused. He was really terribly
tired.
"Nobody
climbs on hair." Brian spoke softly and moved a little closer. ?People
climb on a rope.?
"Yes."
Justin yawned again and blinked twice before his eyes closed.
Brian
planted a kiss on still damp hair and shoved every thought of cuddling with
damned brats away, before he too didn't want to hold his eyes open any longer
and fell asleep with three fingers twisted in blond hair.
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