( This secret shall be buried between every kiss, even if Sunday's lips tremble with uncertainty. He can only hide so much from him, and Sunday is a master of staying in the shadows, shouldering everything on his own. Every nightmare, or every nagging weight that keeps pulling him deeper into this dream.
Feeling Six's body against him is a weight that releases some of that tension, so he wants it more. His gaze darts down between them as he rolls his hips with involuntary pleasure. )
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Feeling Six's body against him is a weight that releases some of that tension, so he wants it more. His gaze darts down between them as he rolls his hips with involuntary pleasure. )
I'm sure. Just not all the way...?