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MEME ||clearly accepting
# 39 Kiss along the HIPS
❝You’re allowed to be tired-– ❞He’s not so much SMITTEN as endeared by the wolf’s behavior. Three weeks into recovery ( And an eventful run in with Demons later. ) The brunet finds himself resorting to underhanded means to get his way. SEDUCTION is akin to warfare. And Peter is nothing if not learned— ❝Let me take care of you…❞ He hums sweetly against a rabbit’s pulse. Careful to keep the brunt of his weight from the injured investigator. To Peter? He smells SWEET. Like puppy & pine. Eli is pliant to his touch— WARM against calloused fingertips as he eases his way down his frame. Eager in spite of self restraint. The Romani thinks the effort commendable. ❝Can I?❞Breath hot, Peter lifts the hem of a faded t-shirt and lets his gaze flicker up to catch hazel. There’s a small nod of assent— & the corners of his lips curve as he dips down to press his lips against a prominent HIP bone peeking out from snug gray sweats. The TANG of arousal that follows tickles his nose—& he’s quick to reciprocate with another delicate line of kisses. Across the expanse. To the LEFT hipbone. ❝Sweet puppy.❞
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