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“Could you be more precious?” Griff smiled, gently taking Dan’s hand in his to bring the hurt fingers to his lips for soft, healing kisses. He kissed the back of Dan’s hand, pulling the cheesy cartoon trope where the character would kiss all the way up the other’s arm. As he inched his way closer to Dan’s neck, protective arms wrapped around his waist, “Other than the hurt fingers, are you okay?” He smiled, pulling him close to press a long, possibly over-dramatic kiss to the skin of his neck. A happy hum escaped when he continued his trail up to Dan’s lips, smiling against them.







