Chapter 6
Out in the hallway, Traggen shook himself and turned to J’Dran. “Can I talk to you outside, big guy?” he asked his mate.
The hunter looked down at him. “Of course. About what?” he asked.
Traggen took his arm and began to guide him outside. “Cubs,” he said, making J’Dran look puzzled.
“Do you mean K’var?” he asked as they arrived on the porch.
Traggen laughed. “No, J’Dran. Not K’var. Although he’s the inspiration for what I’m going to say, because he’s a great kid. I really love him. Which is why I’ve decided that we should get a cub of our own. What do you think?”
J’Dran looked startled, then delighted. “Are you sure?” he demanded.
Traggen nodded. “I think I’m ready now. I just had to mature enough to be able to handle being a parent. But I think that I’m as mature at this point as I’m ever going to get, so…”
J’Dran howled and swept him up into the air victoriously. “You’ve made me so happy, little one!” he crowed in delight.
Traggen hung in his grip, smiling. “Glad to, J’Dran. Because you’ve made me pretty happy all of these years, so I have to return the favor…” and he patted his mate’s forearms lovingly.
J’Dran lowered him enough to kiss him thoroughly in gratitude and affection. “There are no orphans in the tribe right now,” he noted when his finally pulled back from Traggen’s lips,
“But one of the other tribes might have one or more. I can travel to the various villages in the next few moon cycles and ask. Do you want a boy or a girl?”
“I don’t care. A boy like K’var would be wonderful, but a girl would be fine,” Traggen said easily.
J’Dran growled happily. “This is a good day,” he enthused. “K’var is well and has made up with R’shan, and you and I shall have a cub of our own soon.”
Traggen smiled at his enthusiasm. “So do we need another room for the cub, or are we going to live in the trees?” he asked. “Frankly, I’m not sure that I have what it takes to live in a tree house.”
“We’ll ask Z’sharan and Avhonari,” J’Dran remarked. “They’ll be happy that we’re getting another family member.”
Traggen chuckled suddenly. “If things go the way I think they will,” he said shrewdly, “I think we’ll be getting two new family members, not one.”
K’var awoke when the sun was low in the sky. He sat up, blinking and yawning, rubbing at his eyes. It took him a moment to remember all that had happened yesterday and this morning .he hoped out of bed and went to take a bath, before he searched out his fathers and told them that he was going back to the village. He wanted to see how R’shan was doing. Traggen grinned at these words, but went on eating his dinner. Z’sharan and Avhonari gave him permission to return to the village, and he hugged them both before departing precipitously out the door.
They all watched him run away, and Avhonari sighed. “Our son truly is grown up,” he said rather mournfully to Z’sharan.
“Ah, look at it this way, Uncle,” Traggen remarked. “Soon you’ll have another cub to dote on and teach. You can be uncle to him or her as well. That won’t be so bad, eh?”
“Very true,” Avhonari agreed. “I’m glad that you decided to adopt a cub, nephew. I think that you and J’Dran will make excellent parents.”
“Well, J’Dran will be a good parent, anyway,” Traggen remarked drolly. “And I’ll just do the best that I can.”
K’var climbed lithely into R’shan’s ‘tree house’, finding the hunter sitting up and eating food. “Good morning, R’shan,” he said rather shyly, pausing in the opening.
“Good morning, K’var,” the hunter replied, glancing up at him.
“You look better today. How are you feeling?” K’var asked anxiously as he stepped inside the house.
“I’m well. I applied more of that balm to my leg earlier. Thank you for attending to me yesterday, K’var,” R’shan rumbled.
He shrugged. “I wanted to. Besides, you got hurt because of ME!” he cried unhappily.
R’shan shook his head. “No, I didn’t. I got hurt because of my own carelessness, and because I chose to follow you in the first place. If it weren’t for you, I’d still be in that iron cage, waiting to be shipped off to the human lands. I owe you my freedom. I won’t forget that.”
K’var squirmed a little. He didn’t want to be praised over what had happened to R’shan. If he’d confessed to his parents what he was doing earlier, he wouldn’t have been sneaking off to the human lands and R’shan wouldn’t have followed him to find out where he was going. Seeing his expression, R’shan laid aside the leaf that had held the food that someone had brought him, and held out his hand to K’var. “Come here,” he ordered.
K’var came to him, and found himself occupying the knee of the leg that didn’t have the giant bruise on it. R’shan ran a clawed hand through his hair. “You may have made some mistakes, K’var,” he said quietly, “But I made plenty as well. We are both to blame - and since no one got killed or permanently damaged, let’s forget about it now.”
K’var looked up into his eyes, seeing something there that he never had before. He turned a little red, focusing his gaze on R’shan’s throat instead. “I told my family,” he confessed to R’shan. “About how I’ve been going into the human lands. They understood, and my cousin Traggen has offered to go with me next time. He’s a human, so he shouldn’t have any problems. And he’s really good with a sword…”
“That is well,” R’shan replied. “But I do not wish to talk about your family, K’var,” his hand slid down the younger wereleopard’s back, and K’var trembled at his touch.
“W-what…What did you want to talk about?” K’var asked rather breathlessly.
“I do not wish to talk at all,” R’shan growled softly, his nose sinking into K’var’s hair.
“Ohh,” was K’var’s only reply, since R’shan’s lips were sliding down his neck, which he tilted to give the hunter better access. A slightly raspy tongue trailed over his skin, and he shuddered.
Big hands slid around to cradle his waist. “K’var,” the hunter rasped in his ear.
“R’shan,” he moaned. “Are you sure…that you’re well enough…?”
“I’ll live,” the hunter growled, then claimed his lips in a kiss that reduced him to a limp mass in R’shan’s strong arms.
K’var turned and threw his arms around R’shan’s neck as the hunter continued to kiss him. He wriggled until he could rub his hardness against the big thigh under him. A thick tongue was gliding over his, making him shiver helplessly. He moaned as R’shan’s big hands found the cheeks of his ass under his loincloth and began to squeeze and knead them. This made K’var wiggle, humping against the thigh he was perched on.
“R’shan,” he gasped as the hunter pulled back a little.
The hunter growled lowly. “K’var. I wish to take you now. Can I?”
K’var thought about this question as best as he could, which wasn’t very coherently or clearly. His body was on fire, throbbing sullenly and demanding more of that pleasure that he’d experienced in the clearing with R’shan. He remembered the times that he’d glimpsed the other adults in his household coupling. Among his folk, casual nudity and sex were common. They never tried to hide their natural desires from their children, because they didn’t believe that there was anything wrong or ‘dirty’ about the act that created life and caused pleasure in both the giver and receiver.
He gasped, crowding closer to R’shan. “Yes,” he breathed eagerly, wanting to know how it felt.
R’shan made a satisfied sound in the back of his throat, then kissed K’var again. One of his big hands cradled the back of K’var’s head, keeping him in place for his plundering. He turned and angled the younger wereleopard down onto the pile of furs that he used for his bed. He moved carefully, favoring his bruised leg still. His hands stroked down K’var’s body, and the younger wereleopard mewled and lifted himself to offer his skin to R’shan. The big hands stripped him ruthlessly of his loincloth, tossing it away. His eyes glowed golden with hunger as he leaned over K’var, who yelped in shock as a warm, moist mouth found and enclosed his cock in a tight vise.
K’var whimpered and thrashed as R’shan’s mouth suckled at him. His fingers buried themselves desperately in the hair atop the hunter’s head, holding on for dear life. He lifted his hips, his thighs quivering as R’shan continued to pleasure him with his mouth. He was so lost that he barely felt a clawed finger slide into him to test his lubrication, and R’shan’s eyes went lidded with satisfaction when he felt how wet K’var was inside, and how his finger glided in without any discomfort for the younger wereleopard at all.
He abandoned K’var’s cock, making the younger wereleopard cry out in disappointment and unhappiness. To take his mind off being left high and dry, R’shan slid a little lower and took one of K’var’s tight balls in his mouth. This caused another cry, this one of shocked pleasure. He laved his tongue over it, curling around the testicle and rubbing at the tender underside. K’var bucked and moaned for him, and R’shan reached down with his hand to stroke himself a little. He was already very hard, but he wanted as much lubrication as possible for K’var’s first time. Wereleopard males had the advantage that both the giver and receiver in a male-on-male relationship produced natural lubrication, but K’var was small and he was fairly big. He
didn’t want to hurt K’var if he could help it.
He made a small sound, a low growl of pleasure, as his hand coaxed the liquid out of his cock. R’shan used it to slick up the head and shaft, while continuing to suck at K’var’s balls lightly. He relished the sounds he tore from K’var’s throat, and the way the younger wereleopard’s toes were curling as he humped up into R’shan’s mouth. Finally he withdrew, leaving the tight pair of balls slick with his spit, and he sat down on the edge of the bed. R’shan reached out to drag K’var up into his arms, because there was no way that he was going to be able to take him in any position that required him to kneel. His lower thigh was still too stiff and painful. He had K’var straddle his thighs, and looked into the dazed golden gaze.
“I’ll take you now, K’var,” he said softly, throatily.
The younger wereleopard shuddered, leaning against him. “R’shan,” he moaned, writhing a little.
R’shan used his big hands to spread the cheeks of K’var’s tight ass, caressing them as he began to position the younger wereleopard where he wanted him. He let go of one cheek to blindly grope for his own cock, and when he had it he rubbed it against the crack of K’var’s ass insistently. K’var squirmed for him, pushing back. His forehead rested on R’shan’s powerful shoulder as the hunter found the entrance to his body and began to push in. A small gasp was his reward, and he stilled. “Are you well?” he asked K’var in concern.
“Oo, yes,” K’var whimpered. “It’s just…ohh,” he wiggled again, naturally driving R’shan’s cock deeper within him.
His obvious eagerness allayed R’shan’s fears. The hunter grabbed K’var’s ass and began to draw him downward onto his cock, slowly but surely. The natural lubrication made the entrance slick and fairly easy, and K’var cried out softly at the strange but wonderful sensation of being filled with slick hardness. His hands found R’shan’s shoulders, and he clung to the hunter as it just seemed to go on and on. When it seemed that he was filled to his throat, he realized dimly that he could feel R’shan’s hard thighs under his ass. The hunter was completely buried within his body, and he panted helplessly as R’shan stilled and let him get used to the sensation. Big hands spanned his waist and held him still, thumbs stroking over his skin tenderly.
K’var felt the need to move. Instinctively he began to squirm, to rock and move over R’shan. The hunter sat still and let him do what he wanted, content to let K’var explore. He groaned, deep in his throat, when small sharp teeth bit at his shoulder as K’var began to lose himself. Little whimpers sounded in his ear, making him close his eyes and grit his teeth. He couldn’t stay still any more; he just couldn’t. He grabbed K’var tightly and began to lift and lower the younger wereleopard at his own pace. K’var scrabbled at his shoulders with his clawed fingers, leaving red tracks on his skin.
R’shan bent his head and nipped at K’var’s ear. The slim body in his lap shivered, and he tightened his grip on K’var and began to move him faster and harder. He could feel K’var’s cock dragging over his stomach, leaving a track of wetness. He deliberately maneuvered K’var so that the younger wereleopard’s cock was rubbing relentlessly against the hard muscles of his stomach, and he felt a shudder run through K’var’s body. A low wail sounded out, and a splash of wetness decorated his skin as the tight muscles taking him in so sweetly closed hard around him. R’shan snarled savagely, pulling K’var down on him hard as he succumbed to his own orgasm.
Stillness. K’var panted against his shoulder, draped over his body. R’shan’s hands slid up and down the younger wereleopard’s sweat-slicked back in a slow glide, a possessive gesture that showed how the hunter felt about having K’var here. His low-lidded eyes were satiated, and the bruise on his lower thigh didn’t hurt in the least right at this moment.
K’var’s eyes flickered open. He looked up into R’shan’s handsome face, and the hunter smiled at him. “Did you like it, K’var?” he rumbled.
He nodded. “It was…so good,” he said hoarsely after a moment. “I know now why my fathers like to do this so much. And Cousin Traggen and Uncle J’Dran as well, of course.”
R’shan nodded. “You see now why I wanted to do this with you,” he remarked.
K’var nodded, laying his cheek on R’shan’s shoulder. “R’shan?” he asked after a moment’s pleasant silence.
“Hmm?”
“Can we do it again soon?”
A low, sensual chuckle. “Of course we can,” R’shan answered. “And we will, I promise.”
Contented and happy, K’var snuggled into the crook of R’shan’s shoulder and closed his eyes. He never wanted to move again. He wouldn’t mind staying here forever, tucked up against his new lover like a kitten against its mother.
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Out in the hallway, Traggen shook himself and turned to J’Dran. “Can I talk to you outside, big guy?” he asked his mate.
The hunter looked down at him. “Of course. About what?” he asked.
Traggen took his arm and began to guide him outside. “Cubs,” he said, making J’Dran look puzzled.
“Do you mean K’var?” he asked as they arrived on the porch.
Traggen laughed. “No, J’Dran. Not K’var. Although he’s the inspiration for what I’m going to say, because he’s a great kid. I really love him. Which is why I’ve decided that we should get a cub of our own. What do you think?”
J’Dran looked startled, then delighted. “Are you sure?” he demanded.
Traggen nodded. “I think I’m ready now. I just had to mature enough to be able to handle being a parent. But I think that I’m as mature at this point as I’m ever going to get, so…”
J’Dran howled and swept him up into the air victoriously. “You’ve made me so happy, little one!” he crowed in delight.
Traggen hung in his grip, smiling. “Glad to, J’Dran. Because you’ve made me pretty happy all of these years, so I have to return the favor…” and he patted his mate’s forearms lovingly.
J’Dran lowered him enough to kiss him thoroughly in gratitude and affection. “There are no orphans in the tribe right now,” he noted when his finally pulled back from Traggen’s lips,
“But one of the other tribes might have one or more. I can travel to the various villages in the next few moon cycles and ask. Do you want a boy or a girl?”
“I don’t care. A boy like K’var would be wonderful, but a girl would be fine,” Traggen said easily.
J’Dran growled happily. “This is a good day,” he enthused. “K’var is well and has made up with R’shan, and you and I shall have a cub of our own soon.”
Traggen smiled at his enthusiasm. “So do we need another room for the cub, or are we going to live in the trees?” he asked. “Frankly, I’m not sure that I have what it takes to live in a tree house.”
“We’ll ask Z’sharan and Avhonari,” J’Dran remarked. “They’ll be happy that we’re getting another family member.”
Traggen chuckled suddenly. “If things go the way I think they will,” he said shrewdly, “I think we’ll be getting two new family members, not one.”
K’var awoke when the sun was low in the sky. He sat up, blinking and yawning, rubbing at his eyes. It took him a moment to remember all that had happened yesterday and this morning .he hoped out of bed and went to take a bath, before he searched out his fathers and told them that he was going back to the village. He wanted to see how R’shan was doing. Traggen grinned at these words, but went on eating his dinner. Z’sharan and Avhonari gave him permission to return to the village, and he hugged them both before departing precipitously out the door.
They all watched him run away, and Avhonari sighed. “Our son truly is grown up,” he said rather mournfully to Z’sharan.
“Ah, look at it this way, Uncle,” Traggen remarked. “Soon you’ll have another cub to dote on and teach. You can be uncle to him or her as well. That won’t be so bad, eh?”
“Very true,” Avhonari agreed. “I’m glad that you decided to adopt a cub, nephew. I think that you and J’Dran will make excellent parents.”
“Well, J’Dran will be a good parent, anyway,” Traggen remarked drolly. “And I’ll just do the best that I can.”
K’var climbed lithely into R’shan’s ‘tree house’, finding the hunter sitting up and eating food. “Good morning, R’shan,” he said rather shyly, pausing in the opening.
“Good morning, K’var,” the hunter replied, glancing up at him.
“You look better today. How are you feeling?” K’var asked anxiously as he stepped inside the house.
“I’m well. I applied more of that balm to my leg earlier. Thank you for attending to me yesterday, K’var,” R’shan rumbled.
He shrugged. “I wanted to. Besides, you got hurt because of ME!” he cried unhappily.
R’shan shook his head. “No, I didn’t. I got hurt because of my own carelessness, and because I chose to follow you in the first place. If it weren’t for you, I’d still be in that iron cage, waiting to be shipped off to the human lands. I owe you my freedom. I won’t forget that.”
K’var squirmed a little. He didn’t want to be praised over what had happened to R’shan. If he’d confessed to his parents what he was doing earlier, he wouldn’t have been sneaking off to the human lands and R’shan wouldn’t have followed him to find out where he was going. Seeing his expression, R’shan laid aside the leaf that had held the food that someone had brought him, and held out his hand to K’var. “Come here,” he ordered.
K’var came to him, and found himself occupying the knee of the leg that didn’t have the giant bruise on it. R’shan ran a clawed hand through his hair. “You may have made some mistakes, K’var,” he said quietly, “But I made plenty as well. We are both to blame - and since no one got killed or permanently damaged, let’s forget about it now.”
K’var looked up into his eyes, seeing something there that he never had before. He turned a little red, focusing his gaze on R’shan’s throat instead. “I told my family,” he confessed to R’shan. “About how I’ve been going into the human lands. They understood, and my cousin Traggen has offered to go with me next time. He’s a human, so he shouldn’t have any problems. And he’s really good with a sword…”
“That is well,” R’shan replied. “But I do not wish to talk about your family, K’var,” his hand slid down the younger wereleopard’s back, and K’var trembled at his touch.
“W-what…What did you want to talk about?” K’var asked rather breathlessly.
“I do not wish to talk at all,” R’shan growled softly, his nose sinking into K’var’s hair.
“Ohh,” was K’var’s only reply, since R’shan’s lips were sliding down his neck, which he tilted to give the hunter better access. A slightly raspy tongue trailed over his skin, and he shuddered.
Big hands slid around to cradle his waist. “K’var,” the hunter rasped in his ear.
“R’shan,” he moaned. “Are you sure…that you’re well enough…?”
“I’ll live,” the hunter growled, then claimed his lips in a kiss that reduced him to a limp mass in R’shan’s strong arms.
K’var turned and threw his arms around R’shan’s neck as the hunter continued to kiss him. He wriggled until he could rub his hardness against the big thigh under him. A thick tongue was gliding over his, making him shiver helplessly. He moaned as R’shan’s big hands found the cheeks of his ass under his loincloth and began to squeeze and knead them. This made K’var wiggle, humping against the thigh he was perched on.
“R’shan,” he gasped as the hunter pulled back a little.
The hunter growled lowly. “K’var. I wish to take you now. Can I?”
K’var thought about this question as best as he could, which wasn’t very coherently or clearly. His body was on fire, throbbing sullenly and demanding more of that pleasure that he’d experienced in the clearing with R’shan. He remembered the times that he’d glimpsed the other adults in his household coupling. Among his folk, casual nudity and sex were common. They never tried to hide their natural desires from their children, because they didn’t believe that there was anything wrong or ‘dirty’ about the act that created life and caused pleasure in both the giver and receiver.
He gasped, crowding closer to R’shan. “Yes,” he breathed eagerly, wanting to know how it felt.
R’shan made a satisfied sound in the back of his throat, then kissed K’var again. One of his big hands cradled the back of K’var’s head, keeping him in place for his plundering. He turned and angled the younger wereleopard down onto the pile of furs that he used for his bed. He moved carefully, favoring his bruised leg still. His hands stroked down K’var’s body, and the younger wereleopard mewled and lifted himself to offer his skin to R’shan. The big hands stripped him ruthlessly of his loincloth, tossing it away. His eyes glowed golden with hunger as he leaned over K’var, who yelped in shock as a warm, moist mouth found and enclosed his cock in a tight vise.
K’var whimpered and thrashed as R’shan’s mouth suckled at him. His fingers buried themselves desperately in the hair atop the hunter’s head, holding on for dear life. He lifted his hips, his thighs quivering as R’shan continued to pleasure him with his mouth. He was so lost that he barely felt a clawed finger slide into him to test his lubrication, and R’shan’s eyes went lidded with satisfaction when he felt how wet K’var was inside, and how his finger glided in without any discomfort for the younger wereleopard at all.
He abandoned K’var’s cock, making the younger wereleopard cry out in disappointment and unhappiness. To take his mind off being left high and dry, R’shan slid a little lower and took one of K’var’s tight balls in his mouth. This caused another cry, this one of shocked pleasure. He laved his tongue over it, curling around the testicle and rubbing at the tender underside. K’var bucked and moaned for him, and R’shan reached down with his hand to stroke himself a little. He was already very hard, but he wanted as much lubrication as possible for K’var’s first time. Wereleopard males had the advantage that both the giver and receiver in a male-on-male relationship produced natural lubrication, but K’var was small and he was fairly big. He
didn’t want to hurt K’var if he could help it.
He made a small sound, a low growl of pleasure, as his hand coaxed the liquid out of his cock. R’shan used it to slick up the head and shaft, while continuing to suck at K’var’s balls lightly. He relished the sounds he tore from K’var’s throat, and the way the younger wereleopard’s toes were curling as he humped up into R’shan’s mouth. Finally he withdrew, leaving the tight pair of balls slick with his spit, and he sat down on the edge of the bed. R’shan reached out to drag K’var up into his arms, because there was no way that he was going to be able to take him in any position that required him to kneel. His lower thigh was still too stiff and painful. He had K’var straddle his thighs, and looked into the dazed golden gaze.
“I’ll take you now, K’var,” he said softly, throatily.
The younger wereleopard shuddered, leaning against him. “R’shan,” he moaned, writhing a little.
R’shan used his big hands to spread the cheeks of K’var’s tight ass, caressing them as he began to position the younger wereleopard where he wanted him. He let go of one cheek to blindly grope for his own cock, and when he had it he rubbed it against the crack of K’var’s ass insistently. K’var squirmed for him, pushing back. His forehead rested on R’shan’s powerful shoulder as the hunter found the entrance to his body and began to push in. A small gasp was his reward, and he stilled. “Are you well?” he asked K’var in concern.
“Oo, yes,” K’var whimpered. “It’s just…ohh,” he wiggled again, naturally driving R’shan’s cock deeper within him.
His obvious eagerness allayed R’shan’s fears. The hunter grabbed K’var’s ass and began to draw him downward onto his cock, slowly but surely. The natural lubrication made the entrance slick and fairly easy, and K’var cried out softly at the strange but wonderful sensation of being filled with slick hardness. His hands found R’shan’s shoulders, and he clung to the hunter as it just seemed to go on and on. When it seemed that he was filled to his throat, he realized dimly that he could feel R’shan’s hard thighs under his ass. The hunter was completely buried within his body, and he panted helplessly as R’shan stilled and let him get used to the sensation. Big hands spanned his waist and held him still, thumbs stroking over his skin tenderly.
K’var felt the need to move. Instinctively he began to squirm, to rock and move over R’shan. The hunter sat still and let him do what he wanted, content to let K’var explore. He groaned, deep in his throat, when small sharp teeth bit at his shoulder as K’var began to lose himself. Little whimpers sounded in his ear, making him close his eyes and grit his teeth. He couldn’t stay still any more; he just couldn’t. He grabbed K’var tightly and began to lift and lower the younger wereleopard at his own pace. K’var scrabbled at his shoulders with his clawed fingers, leaving red tracks on his skin.
R’shan bent his head and nipped at K’var’s ear. The slim body in his lap shivered, and he tightened his grip on K’var and began to move him faster and harder. He could feel K’var’s cock dragging over his stomach, leaving a track of wetness. He deliberately maneuvered K’var so that the younger wereleopard’s cock was rubbing relentlessly against the hard muscles of his stomach, and he felt a shudder run through K’var’s body. A low wail sounded out, and a splash of wetness decorated his skin as the tight muscles taking him in so sweetly closed hard around him. R’shan snarled savagely, pulling K’var down on him hard as he succumbed to his own orgasm.
Stillness. K’var panted against his shoulder, draped over his body. R’shan’s hands slid up and down the younger wereleopard’s sweat-slicked back in a slow glide, a possessive gesture that showed how the hunter felt about having K’var here. His low-lidded eyes were satiated, and the bruise on his lower thigh didn’t hurt in the least right at this moment.
K’var’s eyes flickered open. He looked up into R’shan’s handsome face, and the hunter smiled at him. “Did you like it, K’var?” he rumbled.
He nodded. “It was…so good,” he said hoarsely after a moment. “I know now why my fathers like to do this so much. And Cousin Traggen and Uncle J’Dran as well, of course.”
R’shan nodded. “You see now why I wanted to do this with you,” he remarked.
K’var nodded, laying his cheek on R’shan’s shoulder. “R’shan?” he asked after a moment’s pleasant silence.
“Hmm?”
“Can we do it again soon?”
A low, sensual chuckle. “Of course we can,” R’shan answered. “And we will, I promise.”
Contented and happy, K’var snuggled into the crook of R’shan’s shoulder and closed his eyes. He never wanted to move again. He wouldn’t mind staying here forever, tucked up against his new lover like a kitten against its mother.
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