[He slips his hand beneath his shirt, fingers teasing over his stomach, and grins against the crook of his neck.]
You're not gonna kick me out tonight of all nights. Not just because you love me-- [and he savors the words, pronouncing them with clear delight,] --but because that'd be such a waste. Why would you wanna kick me out when you could spend all night trying to make sure you don't scream?
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[He slips his hand beneath his shirt, fingers teasing over his stomach, and grins against the crook of his neck.]
You're not gonna kick me out tonight of all nights. Not just because you love me-- [and he savors the words, pronouncing them with clear delight,] --but because that'd be such a waste. Why would you wanna kick me out when you could spend all night trying to make sure you don't scream?