jason-green:
âIf you stop giving me compliments, I actually wither up and die. Would you risk not giving me compliments now?â Jason said, running his hand across Williamâs chest as William played with his hair; the perfectly styled locks collapsing and falling to his forehead. âThis feels like deja vu.â He told him, not complaining in anyway.
âI would take the risk yes.. but I wonâtâ he chuckled softly and shrugged. A soft sigh left him when he felt Jasonâs hand on his chest, smiling at his words. âMhm, it sure doesâ he hummed. âBut this time around, I will make sure youâre well rested and have food in your stomachâ he mumbled, letting his fingers move the strands of hair away from his face.













