( He's unsure why there's this bubbling heat of fear still left in him after facing all those crows. All those countless souls from the Oak Family seeking their revenge against him. Six's tongue rolling into his mouth again momentarily distracts him, and Sunday takes the cue of him leaning against his hands to keep on tugging on his ears, and scratching down the back of his head. Every gasp is heady between them and he pulls away, nodding, as they're already on their way back to the bed.
It is truly a dream with every step taken, lit across his cheeks while he swallows down the knot curling inside his throat. Everything about this is unreal, and soon they will forget all this once they wake, right?
Part of him doesn't want to, though. Why forget the unforgettable?
He lands on his back on the bed and guides Six's face lose to him again, watching that singular eye peeking from the broken side of the mask. Heat pulses everywhere as he slides a hand around his nape again to pull him to his lips. He doesn't feel particularly strongly about kissing him, but he finds that it's better to keep himself distracted of his cock tight in those trunks. )
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It is truly a dream with every step taken, lit across his cheeks while he swallows down the knot curling inside his throat. Everything about this is unreal, and soon they will forget all this once they wake, right?
Part of him doesn't want to, though. Why forget the unforgettable?
He lands on his back on the bed and guides Six's face lose to him again, watching that singular eye peeking from the broken side of the mask. Heat pulses everywhere as he slides a hand around his nape again to pull him to his lips. He doesn't feel particularly strongly about kissing him, but he finds that it's better to keep himself distracted of his cock tight in those trunks. )