“Hush..” A pale finger traced the trembling lips of protest. They sealed the words and breath of the other. A pleased smile pressed on the feature of the one who spoke. They stood and brushed their clothing off and clicked their tongue. Blood, under the nails. The worst. They picked and then rubbed their hands on the clothing before them. Satisfied finally, they stood up, fluffed their coat and strutted away in their heels without care. The ground glimmering in the moonlight.
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“Nn....” A small pale blonde male turned in his sleep, cuddling into the desirable warmth next to him. The scent of their body soap brought him to sigh and settle down again. Mornings like this was worth it, everything, even the struggles. However, maybe if he remained still now, he wouldn’t wake the other, just a few more minutes, being so close and calm.
Or maybe just a bit closer. He brought his hand to glide up the other’s chest to just rest over his shoulder, enjoying the position of being close. A satisfying position to be perfectly honest. After all, Damion was so warm. Alan could remain snuggled up to him forever, even if that seemed impossible as the new day sun poked through the window, shedding its bright rays into the room.