collegestories | — BEDSHEETS AND MORNING ROSE

[ If Aoba would have gotten up to go brush his teeth Crowley would have fallen asleep. Honestly they wouldn't even be in this situation if he hadn't read Aoba's request off by this much but he's not taking the blame for that. He didn't tell him where to put his mouth.

But he's fine with Aoba kissing anywhere besides his mouth. Which is why he appreciates the heat that presses against skin, breathing in deep and concentrating on tender lips. Still so soft after kissing and more, still so addicting after having them for so long now.

He wants to move his hips, shift them against Aoba's, to see him squirm, but unfortunately he's unable to in this position. What he can do, however, is take advantage of a foreign object pressing into him, but first he needs to settle and adjust. He sure as hell didn't do this for eight hundred years because no one offered... that's it.

He breathes deep, lungs expanding, if he had a heart it would be racing right now. ]

Mm... Aoba. Aoba. [ He grips onto the man harder, nails lightly scratch against his scalp as he begins to freely allow groans to slip past his lips. He realizes that by keeping everything in would make it difficult for him to register if what he's doing is right or wrong, so Crowley allows himself to unravel. The initial pain of having fingers stretch him out begins to subside, or maybe he's beginning to not care, because soon it's not enough. ]

Lay back. [ It's a firm demand. ] I'm gonna fuck you.

( the way Crowley says his name... again, that heated way, sends a shock through Aoba's system. making him want... more. skin near crawling with desire, goosebumps making him cold along with flashes of heat that almost make him dizzy. it's... different on this end. knowing he's the one drawing those sounds is pretty... addictive.

in return, his own body tenses. nails digging into Crowley's back as he tries to focus on keeping his hand moving, not enough to break skin because that's something he's being careful of now, but something to channel his restlessness into. a needy sound cuts out of his mouth without warning, sounding way too lewd to his own ears, especially now that he's relying on sound and touch. biting down on his lip, Aoba swallows back a few more heated groans. sweat sticks to his face underneath the shirt and it's uncomfortable, making fabric cling.

working his fingers, moving up to a quicker pace and considering pushing in a third when Crowley tells him to lie back. another shallow breath, heart racing despite having been moving at a comfortable pace for the most part. )

Y... yeah. ( pulling his hand back, loosening the arm around Crowley's waist, ) Crowley... want you.

( Aoba wants to help more, help line up and put it in or something, but he knows he's pretty useless for that when he can't see. so he falls back onto the mattress, hair fanning out against the sheets and hands resting lightly against Crowley's hips. chest rising and falling with labor, what's visable of his cheeks and the curve of his throat flushed pink.

his cock's straining, painfully erect, and it's difficult not to squirm or roll his hips up trying to get some friction between them. )

[ Aoba is free to drag his fingers up and down his back and break skin so long as he doesn't get blood under his nails; his warning from earlier only came so quickly and with urgency because he was close to doing just that with his teeth, a drop of blood and he would have sired him by accident. And the last thing he wants right now is a responsibility, or the weight of knowing that he had turned someone after he has been sitting here bitter and desiring revenge for over eight hundred years.

So you can say that Crowley is protect him. Keeping him within this world where he's familiar with one vampire (possibly three, if he's really okay with meeting Chess and Horn) and not an entire city of them. And especially not as a vampire.

But it's fine now, there's no blood and even the small red marks Aoba has made on his back have already begun to heal.

Both hands drop as Aoba moves to settle his back against the bed, a smirk playing on his lips when he's told that he's wanted. A mental shrug, a small, breathless sigh, and Crowley crawls over to straddle the other man's hips. Thighs briefly brushing against one another as he reaches down to give the other man a reassuring stroke. By now it should be familiar, a knowing factor that it was indeed Crowley who was still here.

And listen, Aoba is really going to learn to appreciate that blindfold because the lack of sight must mean all of his other senses must be on fire right about know. That's what he likes to believe—he'll learn soon enough.

He's panting quietly as he lifts his hips and lines things up, fingertips at the head of the man's cock before running down his length as he slowly brings it to his entrance. Blunt, it's different from Aoba's fingers and causes a sharp gasp to exhale, free hand moving to the sheets for balance as he continues to settle with the sensation of feeling full. There's a shudder and flush of his cheeks, receiving pleasure in a way he hasn't, and soon enough that smile of his looks a little more crooked as he takes the full length of Aoba's cock and relaxes. ]

This is... [ different ] ... good.

( it's sensory central with the blindfold over his eyes. he's keenly focused on every brush: the way Crowley's thighs rub against his, the stroke that draws a weak groan, the weight that bears down on him and the warm, tight feeling that comes with it.

it... is familiar, now that they've been so thorough with each other, which somehow makes it better. even if he really wants to see Crowley's face, a guttural ache in his chest, it's still good. really good. there's no keeping the gasps down and he doesn't even try, back arching up and toes curling. everything growing tense as that sensation of wet and warm goes down on him and it's... completely different on this end.

the way he reacts, the sounds he offers from this kind of sex, are different too. squirming, trying so hard not to jerk his hips up into that heat. his fingers tighten on Crowley's hips before one slips, kneads the skin beneath Crowley's navel in appreciation before pulling down to grab his cock, pumping with slow, generous strokes. he—always likes it when someone's jerking him off when he's adjusting to their size, so... maybe Crowley will like it too?

as the vampire relaxes, Aoba tries to as well. still working his hand, but keeping it slow, a more sensual experience than a frantic one. )

... I'm glad. ( he really is. that he could be... what, Crowley's first? and that he thinks it's good. ) You feel—really... ( good. but it also doesn't feel like a strong enough word to describe the experience. ) ... I like... how you feel.

( it's a short jerk of his hips up, experimental, and Aoba shudders with the way it feels. a heavy breath, and he presses his head back into the mattress hard. oh. )

[ He huffs out a small chuckle when he feels a hand drift against the space between his navel and crotch. Did he get lost? Was he too excited? Crowley's not given enough time before slender fingers wrap around the length of his cock and a warm palm accompanies to embrace it.

A heated sigh, a jerk of his hips that's mainly out of habit upon being touched, and the all too unfamiliar feeling of the other man's cock moving just slightly inside of him, contributing to an all new sensation that Crowley finds fascinating.

Yeah, he definitely likes being touched like this. ]

You— [ His breath hitches in the back of his throat in response to that languid feeling of Aoba's cock dragging itself inside him. There's a somewhat uncomfortable pain that contributes into all of this but it's something that Crowley can easily ignore; much too focused on the pleasure, cock twitching against the other man's hand. Responding back with ease, Crowley slowly lifts his hips before her sensually grinds back down onto Aoba's lap slowly. ] ... Even like this you're really cute.

Oh.

( a gasped out word when Crowley does that, lifting his hips and then grinding back down, slowly, sending pleasure ribboning through his body. oh. crap, that's... that's good. he's squeezed in just the right way, the movement easy with the lube.

and then he's called cute and he flushes, biting back a whimper. cute's all right, but... he wants Crowley to think he's... hot? sexy? handsome... things like that, maybe. the reactions that are deemed cute he can't hold back, however, arching his back again and squirming, pushing his heels down into the mattress. it feels good. even if the slow movement feels like it's pulling the breath right out of his lungs, it feels great.

moving his hand still, Aoba finally manages to huff out, )

... Nnh. I want to see—what kind of faces you'll make...

( he doesn't try and remove the blindfold though. twisting his wrist, keeping with the slow rhythm he's been working with, he pushes his hips up in another slow, more deliberate roll. wanting to reach the deepest point of that heat, but... he doesn't think he can, in this position.

panting, chest rising and falling with labor, Aoba rubs his lips together and does it again. still slow, just like he wanted, appreciating the way Crowley feels. the hand at Crowley's hip falls away and fists into the sheets, fingers desperate to clench and grab at something. )

Feels... really good.

[ He's starting to hate Aoba for what he did earlier, focusing on his lips and wanting to kiss him but he can't. But he's too preoccupied at the moment to let it bother him for long, easing into the feeling of Aoba's hand continuing to pump along the length of his cock and groaning in new delight when it's accompanied by the slow movement of his hips.

Their bodies are synced to a degree because Crowley can feel himself getting close. Clear drops of pre dipping eagerly against the man's stomach, heat twist in his stomach and it's something akin to a mix of pain and pleasure. He feels like he gets why this is enjoyable, but something is... missing. A key component, a missing fragment, this time he actually puts some thought into why that is; he continues the languid way to move his hips and drag Aoba's cock slowly out before he's being filled up again.

And then it hits him, much later after Aoba first mentioned wanting to see his face, but Crowley takes his time before making a move.

His hand drifts up to grab the man's wrist that's tangled in the sheets, prying fingers away from the bed and pulling it to his lips. Kissing gently, breath heatedly pressing against slender fingers and a warm palm before his teeth tease against skin. These actions are brief, however, and Crowley drags his fingertips down Aoba's arm before he stops at his face. ] You're asking for a lot. [ He follows the shape of his jaw, panting lightly, before finally pulling the makeshift blindfold out of the way.

His face flushed, body warm, he feels so much more exposed when he looks the human in the eye—but he found a solution to what he was searching for earlier. ]

... Mm, beautiful.

[ When's the last time he thought something was beautiful? ]

I'm not gonna last much longer.

( at first, Aoba merely soaks in the sensations, every nerve on edge with his lack of sight. every breath he greedily devours, every movement of hips, and when he feels the dampness of pre against his fingers he begins pumping in earnest, less lazily and more purposeful. rocking his own hips up and trying to match Crowley's rhythm. gasping as the length of his cock's taken in and, slowly, drawn back out the the farthest point before it's out before being pushed back in.

truly, he's not expecting Crowley to take it off. he's almost forgotten about his earlier groan when the man does finally move. warn fingers curling, he feels them, and his lips crack open to say something that only ends up falling into another gasp. shit, he wants to kiss him, cursing his own impulsiveness from earlier though he'd liked doing it.

trailing fingers end up around his face and Aoba lifts his chin, lips pursing, wanting to kiss but not finding a target. hah. isn't he always asking Crowley for more...? and every time, the vampire gives it to him—or so it feels like. it makes Aoba wish he could give more in return.

then there's light. blinking, pupils adjusting to the light again, he stares up at Crowley and—ah. is this what it feels like, when someone says that their breath's been taken away just by looking at someone? it must be, because it feels like his lungs can't hold any air. meeting Crowley's gaze, searching his face and soaking in his expression, how he looks, everything.

but before he can say something, Crowley says that. a heavy blush settles itself over his features, skin feeling hot and cold at once, a flash of something he can't even begin to understand. )

Nn....? ( beau—...? thinking about it only serves to make his flush heavier, even his ears gone hot with whatever feelings the word drags out of him. ) A... a... ah.

( he doesn't even know what to say. swallowing, he nods his agreement to the second part, )

Me neither.

( he's probably been dripping pre too, though it's not like he'd see, rolling his hips into the other man as he is. his hand finds its way back to Crowley's hip to grab, secure, beginning to thrust up with more urgency. the dull ache, the tight, pressing feeling in his gut, it's all beginning to spike and spiral. maybe it's because Crowley went and said something like that.... the kind of thing that can really get him riled up.

.... he's really not going to last much longer at all. that creeping, needy feeling's coming up on him fast, breaking a new sweat across his brow and making strands of hair cling to his face. )

Cr... Crowley.

( a desperate gasp, as the crown of his head hits back against the sheets and he pushes up again, breathing hard. )

[ He can feel the way Aoba's movements stutter a bit before he's pushing and pulling him with life, a tighter grasp and stronger thrusts that has him gasping back a moan. But he can't swallow it down and before Crowley can even stop himself an all too audible, lush groan rattles out of his throat.

But he's not embarrassed, nor does he shy away and try to hide his face in the crook of the other man's neck; it's unexpected, a pitch and range that's so unfamiliar to him that he doesn't even quite register it as his own until he's taking a well-deserved breath of air. His stomach twists into knots and the heat pooling his stomach hints that his orgasm is approaching ever closer. Crowley indulges himself in pleasure, fingers curled into sheets as the sensation of Aoba's cock has his head feeling light. ]

Nngh—

[ He rolls his hips to meet the rhythm of Aoba's feverish pace, pushing him to that final ledge.

And it's with a long, drawn out groan of Aoba's name that Crowley finally comes, dirtying the man's hand and torso with his orgasm. However despite the threatening sensitivity he continues to roll his hips, continuing at the pace he assumes the human likes, focusing on getting Aoba off. ]

( he likes it when Crowley's vocal, he decides. usually it's him making all the noise. embarrassingly so. but it's nice.... when he's on the opposite end of it.

especially when it's his name.

Crowley comes and his fingers are dirtied with come, sticky, body shuddering with the feeling of it trailing down his stomach. that's... that's new, and good, too... enough so that he shudders as well, whimpering, stilling his hand only when the vampire's finished his climax.

the only reason why he doesn't come immediately after is probably because he came twice earlier, and then lost blood. but it's not much longer after, sweat clinging to his skin again, making him feel even filthier but somehow he doesn't really mind. not with Crowley.

finally, when he arches his back and hands find themselves grabbing into sheets again, he comes. hard, an intense feeling, so unused to doing it while buried inside of someone else. panting, face scrunched in the pleasure of it, he slowly unwinds.

now he's tired. very, very tired. but god does it feel good. )

Crowley....

( a pathetic whine, barely audible under his labored breaths. he can't even say anything else. dizzied, flush, overcome. )

[ Crowley feels something else foreign to him in the midst of riding (quite literally) his orgasm out moments after, his breath hitching in the back of his throat when an unfamiliar warmth fills him. It's nothing unexpected but the other man could have at least given him a fair warning before reaching his climax; his thighs shake with mild discomfort, adjusting to this new feeling inside of him and allowing another sigh to be released. ] Aoba.

[ His breath is ragged, slowly easing himself from both his high and Aoba's lap—but not before he leans down to press fleeting kisses along the man's face, against his jawline, careful not to press his lips anywhere near his mouth before he ends it with one lingering kiss against his forehead.

He pulls himself away, abandoning that full feeling and instead choosing to lie next to the other man whose face wears evident exhaustion. ]

Finally tired?

( the kisses against his face feel good. soothing, help ease him down, heart still beating hard but body relaxing in its afterglow. Crowley's kisses are good. no matter where they are, Aoba likes them. even the fleeting ones that brush his skin like a breeze, and he wants to kiss back, but finds himself a little too winded to respond right away.

the best he can do for the moment is to curl in toward the other man once he lies down next to him. it's not surprising Crowley's not tired, he's a vampire, but it'd be more satisfying if they were exhausted together. )

Yeah. ( three rounds and a bite? he doesn't think he's done too shabbily. but before wrapping his arm around Crowley and snuggling into his chest, Aoba stiffens, turning away and sitting upright—a mistake, because he's instantly dizzy the second he does. ) Eurgh.

( a noise as he rubs his palm against his forehead, trying to shake off the disorientation. standing, stretching his arms over his head in an attempt to break it, )

I'm going to brush my teeth. ( glancing back, ) Wait for me?

( Crowley won't go to sleep, but Aoba asks it anyway, just wanting the reassurance. )

[ Well maybe if Aoba didn't let him drink his blood he'd be a little tired, but that acts as food and just a general life force for vampires so his energy is high at the moment. Especially since he had made sure to drink before coming out since he thought he'd be around Ferid.

The last thing he wanted was children's blood.

He places a hand briefly against Aoba's waist, exhaling slowly and with a small smile apparent on his features as the man buries himself closer. Warm, content, he was right to want this because even in something so mundane he feels oddly satisfied. Not sexually, of course, but... overall? He doesn't know how to describe it. ]

Careful. [ Neither his tone or expression show much concern, but if the situation called for it he'd be quick to care for Aoba in case he'd pass out. ] Sure. Don't forget to clean yourself off a little... and don't take all day, I gotta do the same thing.

( he doesn't... think he's going to pass out, and at Crowley's warning he stills himself again and lets the blood rush back to his head. it's spent so much time today going south maybe it got confused as to where it really belongs. )

Right. ( smiling, tender lines crinkling around his eyes, ) I want to fall asleep next to you. I won't be long.

( especially since Crowley does have to clean himself up, too. so Aoba makes his way to the bathroom and closes the door behind him. scrubs his mouth with one of the provided toothbrushes and swigs back some mouthwash, rubs a warm damp towel over his skin and scrubs away the sweat and semen. moves it between his legs and cleans there, too, doing everything he can just short of taking an actual shower. that can wait until later.

once he finishes he returns to the bed, crawling across the sheets and dropping down into his back, smiling up at the other man. )

Your turn.

( smell how minty fresh he is now, Crowley! )

[ Crowley rolls onto his stomach when Aoba leaves, giving him time to relax some more on his own and think of what kind of excuse he can give Chess and Horn as to why he didn't just come straight home after being ditched. (He's probably just going to be honest with them. There's no point in hiding it when there'll be the smell of human all over him.)

When he returns he lifts his head from the pillow, blinking twice and noticing the strong scent of peppermint that pulls a smile out of him. Moving forward he presses a chaste kiss against the corner of Aoba's mouth before he moves off of the bed and walks to the bathroom.

Vampire bodies are weird... at least Owari no Seraph vampires. They didn't need to shower or bathe supposedly but Crowley's not gonna skip out of completely cleaning himself off after rounds of sex; he uses one towel to wipe himself off and another to dry his face after he's finished washing that. ]

Aoba. [ It's said with a lazy sort of energy. ] You didn't fall asleep on me, did you?

[ The bed lightly sighs underneath his weight as he climbs into bed, pulling the sheets over the two of them before he's lying on his side. ]

( ah. finally, a kiss closer to his mouth, and it makes him smile. drowsily, considering his eyes go half-lidded when he touches down on the mattress, instantly melding into pillows and blankets.

and in Crowley's absence he does fall asleep. it's light, and it feels like twenty seconds have passed before there's a voice chiding him. )

Mm...? ( sleepily, eyes refusing to crack open again, rolling toward the way the mattress indents with the other man's weight, ) I'm... not sleeping...

( five more minutes. he almost says that but remembers that he doesn't have to wake up, just... move in closer. and he does, finally nestling up against Crowley's chest like he'd wanted to before he remembered about brushing, arm slinking over the dip of his waist to pull him close. like he's a pillow. )

... You're pretty comfortable.

( said as he rubs his forehead against Crowley's chest, like a cat doing some scent-marking. )

[ There's a gentle hum that comes from the back of his throat as crimson eyes focus on the man curling up against him. It's obvious that Aoba is tired, if it's not the languid way he moves it's the certainly the tone of his voice that outs him.

Amused, Crowley brings an arm over Aoba's shoulder and holds him there. ]

You think so? [ He grins, content with that little bit of honesty and with how the man presses himself against his chest. ] You're alright, I guess.

[ But in reality Crowley likes this. Maybe a little too much. He feels as if he's simply living, briefly pushing aside his responsibilities and the fact that these sort of relationships with humans were taboo in the vampire community.

Call it him being selfish (which isn't new) but it's not entirely normal—instinctively he wishes to keep Aoba safe, it's the only thing he can do for getting so wrapped up. ]

Now sleep, I was a bit of a jerk to you today.

[ Fingers drum against the man's shoulder, closing his eyes slowly and allowing himself to relax. Perhaps he'll ease into a brief period of sleep, it'll certainly be a nice break since he probably hasn't slept in the past ten years or so. ]

( if this is supposed to be a bad route, it doesn't feel all that bad. not when he's cuddled up against Crowley, arm draped over his side, making him feel—safe. warm. and while the man's not pillow soft, yes, comfortable. )

Mm... okay.

( the muffled sound of his voice that holds no arguments, softened by satisfaction and exhaustion. he almost mutters that Crowley wasn't a jerk but then remembers how he'd been spanked; even if he liked it, that was still kind of... kinky.... in a way that he's not used to. and he made him beg too, didn't he?

...... yeah, he won't deny that, then. honestly though, Aoba doesn't mind all that much. or he finds that he doesn't really, thinking back on it through the dredges of sleep, outside of embarrassment.

and it's a good sleep. heavy, settling over him like a blanket, lulled by their position and the tired ache that settles into his bones. it's probably hours later than he stirs, still half-asleep but on the cusp of wakefulness. reluctantly so. this is ... nice. so nice. )

S'morning...? ( a stupid question to ask a vampire buuuut he's still sleepy, forgetting a few important details as he lingers between dreams and cracking his eyes open, ) Don't wanna get up.

[ Now if we open up this walkthrough for Crowley we can see that we're heading to the bad route because (redacted).

He stills, allowing Aoba to stir briefly until he's certain that the human has fallen back to sleep. Focusing on the soft sounds of his breathing accompanied by the slow beating of his heart, comforting to the point that it's something close to a lullaby.

In fact it does help drift him to sleep. Eyelids heavy, he decides that he might as well get a few hours of rest in while he can.

Of course those hours felt so short in comparison to the days he'd spend sleeping in his coffin. It's similar to blinking, opening and closing your eyes, so when Aoba speaks it's quickly registered as if he hadn't been asleep for the past few hours. ] Mm? [ But his voice is low and husky as if he had a satisfying eight hours of sleep. ] Morning.

[ The hints of sunlight that peeks through the curtains confirms that it's at least sometime during the day. ]

You hungry?

( STILL SEEMS FINE....

especially hearing Crowley's voice all husky like that. morning. wow. wow, it's... not fair for a word to sound that good. makes him feel a little bit like squirming. he doesn't, though, just finally cracks his eyes open and smiles up at the other man, hair still fanned out around him from his mostly-reclined position.

there's a touch of sunlight on his peripheral. ah, so they really did spend the whole night...

not that Aoba regrets it. this is nice.

yawning, he pushes in closer, seeking heat. it's bound to make him drowsy again but it feels too good to resist. )

Mm... I think so.

( his stomach growls in agreement and he bites his bottom lip, ) Actually, yeah. Definitely. ( stretching, lounging, he peeks up once more, )

I can see if there's a vending machine in here somewhere.

( though he's really not inclined to get up. too comfy. Crowl-mfy.... )

[ i'm gonna buy a rename token and his new journal name will be crowlmfy ]

Did you eat anything before you caught me? [ Not that that would help any considering it has been hours since then and Crowley had drank from him. But it's a question asked where he actually waits for an answer before putting in his own suggestion: ] You need to get some real food in you, it'll be no good for your health if you just snack.

[ He sounds like a concerned dad but... whatever, he's just trying to take care of Aoba!? ]

If you can't get up just tell me what you like and I'll go out and get you something.

( you're welcome for that gift

did you eat anything before you caught me? it's a question Aoba pauses on, considering, because... no. he didn't. when was the last time he ate...? probably around lunch when he had something quick. eating had probably been on his list before he caught sight of the vampire; after that, it's history. )

No... at least, around noon yesterday. Probably.

( is he being scolded...? it feels like it a little, though he knows Crowley's right. mouth turning down in a pout, he snugs closer, watching the man's face. it's kind of nice, even if he sounds like a concerned dad. )

Hm? You can't do that. The sun's up.

( a granola bar is not worth Crowley bursting into flame. )

It's fine. ( ii yo. ) I'm usually good about that kind of thing. Besides, you're warm. I don't want to move.

( stubborn noise as he buries his face again. more this, less talk of getting up. unless it's dicks, maybe. )

[ The corners of his mouth tug into a frown, brows furrowed, and he taps his fingers along the curve of Aoba's shoulder blade as he looks up at him. ]

And you still offered me to drink from you? [ It's good that he didn't, considering health protocols and what not when giving blood, but at the same time it's not like they did nothing afterward and now Aoba has gone several hours with an empty stomach. ] I don't know whether to call you brave or stupid.

[ Maybe stupid. ]

I can go out in the sun. We vampires have to evolve too, y'know? [ Their technology is pretty advanced if they've found a way to keep themselves from catching on fire. ] The armband I wear helps out, but I start feeling tired if I'm out for too long.

[ But it seems that any attempt to argue isn't going to get through Aoba. ] You're surprisingly stubborn. [ She he keeps his arm secure around him, pressing his cheek against the top of the male's head. ] Then if that's the case no more telling me to bite you. At least until you eat properly.

( probably stupid.

the fact that Crowley can go out into the sun surprises him. Aoba looks up with that surprise, blinking. oh... well. that makes sense. if they can discover solutions to awful diseases and invent something as addicting as neko atsume for the iphone, then maybe it's not so strange that the vampires have found a way to go out into the sun without bursting into flame.

he does make a noise at being told no more bites. what?! isn't this supposed to be the other way around? the vampire saying no more bites is just not fair. )

I'll have something. ( even if he is being stubborn about this, especially when there's an arm secure around him, cheek against his head, ) In ten minutes. Okay? Let's stay like this for ten more minutes.

( because getting up will break this spell, and he... doesn't... want to lose it. )

[ To be honest there's a few malfunctions here and there but so far Crowley can't remember the last time he's been burned by the sun, and he wants to keep it that way. ]

You're always wanting to stay like this. Not that I'm complaining.

[ Surprisingly. But the reason for that could just be the fact that he doesn't have to move much at all and gets to remain in bed, something that's grown to be registered as a luxury to him given his choice of company. ]

But I wonder if I can get you up before then... do you wanna try that out?

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p5 is taking over my life sorry

it's k that'll be me when i actually get it

i hope you have fun when you get it!

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