hold your breath
making leon jealous after not seeing him for weeks is one way to get his attention.
pairing: leon kennedy x reader [no y/n used] tags: established relationship, porn with plot, jealous reader, slightly jealous leon, reader attempts to make leon jealous on purpose but it just makes him horny warnings: 18+ MDNI, nsfw/smut, reader has a vagina and breasts, reader wears a formal dress/makeup/styled hair, "good girl," semi-public sex, reader is commando, sending lewds, semi-public sex (leon eats you out in a single stall bathroom at a work event), oral (reader receiving), fingering, doggy/from behind, creampie, dirty talk wc: 5.3k
a/n: this was a request someone sent in, 2 and 80 from this prompt list, and then i got carried away. i made it a post on its own just because it's so damn long, lmfao.
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Home.
The message comes as you’re tearing through your closet, trying to decide on an outfit for the event tonight. Your stomach flutters at the familiar contact name, and you feel a little giddy as you type out a response.
ETA?
They’re keeping me in quarantine for a few hours to be safe. I’m okay. But I won’t see you until tonight, then. At the governor’s ball.
You’re a little disappointed you won’t get to reunite in private, instead having to keep up niceties at a federal ball. What you really want to do is jump his bones. Among other, more wholesome things.
Can’t wait. I miss you.
I miss you like hell. See you soon.
:)
Leon’s never been a big texter, he prefers to hear your voice, so the short responses aren’t surprising, but the smiley face makes you laugh. You place your phone back on your nightstand and take a deep breath.
It takes you about two hours to finally decide on an outfit. It’s a dress Leon’s never seen you in; from the back of your closet that you’ve dressed up with heels. The dress is a bit more revealing than you usually go for, but it’s cocktail attire, so it didn’t need to be too prudishly put together. And you’d be lying if you weren’t trying to draw Leon’s attention on purpose.
By the time you finish your make-up, you’re running around your apartment like a frantic chicken, putting in your missing earring and slipping on your heels, while also having a piece of toast in your mouth. Those little horderves always left you starving. You had learned a long time ago to have a snack beforehand.
By the time you make it to the venue, you’re a teensy bit late, but you manage to slip in without issue. Everyone’s already mingling, so it shouldn’t be a big deal. In reality, you’re really only looking for one person tonight.
You scan the crowd for your favorite blonde head of hair, and soon land on him at the bar, ordering a drink, already deep in conversation with another agent. You decide to not interrupt him and wait until he’s finished to approach. You busy yourself by getting some water, and hole yourself up in a corner to avoid any stray people looking to chat. You’re not in the mood to talk to anyone except your boyfriend tonight, to be honest. The sight of him, in a crisp black button up and perfectly tight trousers no less, is burning a hole in your chest with need.
You watch as the agent he’s speaking with slowly retreats and joins another rung of people, leaving Leon alone, finally. You weave through the crowd toward him, trying your best not to run. It’s only when you make it through to the clearing by the bar do you see he’s already been caught up by another man, this one more tight-collared than the agent before. You sigh and retreat to a nearby wall. Waiting yet again.
Leon’s body language is much more closed off than before, nodding and politely listening to whatever he was saying. His eyes are drifting around the room as he zones out, and eventually they fall over you, and then shoot back to your form, leaning against the wall with crossed legs. His eyes trail over you hungrily, and it goes straight to your core. He gives you a small smile, a nod of one minute. You bite your lip to hide your smile.
The wave of excitement turns into something close to dread whenever two more politicians, clearly friends of the stuffy guy already talking to Leon, surround the two. They move to a different corner of the room, and you want to scream. But you leave it alone. Maybe it’ll just be another minute, you repeat. Like a sad mantra. You grab a flute of champagne and down it like it’s a shot.
Leon seems to forget about you. Minutes become an hour, and you’re still left alone, now three champagne glasses deep, and stewing in your annoyance. He’s with an agent who’s telling a story to some buttoned up men who have never lifted a hand in their life, but he doesn’t look miserable. You try to be positive, Leon’s actually socializing, but it’s hard when all you’ve wanted for a month is a scrap of his attention; his eyes on you and a trickle of dumb jokes charming you like it’s the first time you’ve met. You miss him hopelessly. And the fact that you’re so desperate makes you even more frustrated.
There’s a few more things you can try.
You sneak off to the bathroom. Lucky for you, it’s a single stall. Before you lose your nerve, you’re pulling out your phone and snapping a photo of yourself in the mirror, making sure to lean over so the view of your breasts is just short of a full shot of your bare chest. You send it with no message attached.
As you leisurely exit the bathroom, you try not to stare daggers at Leon’s head as he checks his phone. You can see him look down, pause for a long, tortuous moment, and take a long sip of his whiskey. You type out a follow-up.
I’m not wearing any underwear. Thought you’d like to know.
He doesn’t see the message, interrupted when another field agent joins his side. She’s beautiful, and way too touchy with him. You can tell by the way Leon goes stiff, and steps slightly away, that he’s not playing along. That doesn’t quell the fiery pit in your stomach, somehow. You should be all over him, hanging off his arm, and he should be leaning right back. You miss his fingertips sliding across your back, and hushed comments in your ear. That’s the normal prerogative for a party like this; you keep Leon sane while he avoids as much conversation as possible, until the two of you can Irish goodbye and spend the rest of the night at home.
You don’t like this new routine of hanging back while he talks to everyone and their mother in the room. Saying that you’ve attended this party with him is generous at this point.
Maybe it’s childish, but you’re already across the room before you can calm yourself into being a little more reasonable. You sidle up next to the closest man you see, one that happens to be a guy that you know annoys the shit out of Leon at the STRATCOM office. If you remember right, his name is something like James. He’s cute, but not your type at all. Dark hair, too confident, and way too familiar with strangers. The type of shit Leon hates.
You put on your most dazzling smile, one that feels utterly fake, but the guy who looks up at you clearly either can’t tell, or doesn’t care. He’s a little too tipsy to deny attention from a beautiful woman. You bend your knee, accentuating your leg that peeks out from the high slit in your dress.
“Hey,” he drawls. You can smell the vodka on his breath. “Aren’t you a pretty thing?”
“You think so?” You hug your arms to yourself and look away, like you’re a girl getting asked to the prom, all shy. “Thanks.” You introduce yourselves, and he immediately launches into some story about how he was a big hero in the field. You nod and bat your eyelashes, letting your gaze flick to where Leon is. He’s already watching you, and you can tell his jaw is tight. He definitely read your text, and he definitely sees what you’re doing. You pretend not to notice, and let out a giggle at some dumb joke the brunette in front of you makes. The story sounds a little too familiar, with the wrong details emphasized, and you realize it's one Leon’s told you; and this guy was massaging it to make him look like a hero. You deserve an Oscar for the way you act so impressed, a hand falling to his shoulder with faux laughter.
You’re so focused on your game that you don’t notice Leon’s disappearance until James’s eyes trail behind you, and you feel a familiar, calloused hand against the back cutout of your dress.
Finally.
“Leon!” James acts like he wasn’t just painting him as a clumsy agent who had ruined an entire mission for the department. Leon’s voice is steely when he responds.
“Crawford.” Leon doesn’t give him the courtesy of a first name, nor the title agent.
“I was just telling, uhhh,” he struggles for a bit before remembering your name. “About that time in Alaska. With the bear, remember?”
“Yeah. You almost got your face ripped off. It was hilarious,” he says, nothing even close to a laugh in his voice. James’s ears go red and he slurs over defensive words to you, trying to save the macho persona he’d built up. Leon stops him. “Go find someone else to charm, yeah?”
“What, man? She started talking to me.” The hand on your back increases in pressure.
“Come on, you’re drunk. Fuck off,” Leon says, a little harsher this time. You’re really in for it now. James mutters some choice words and slinks away, probably finding some other girl to chat up. You put on your most innocent look when you turn your attention to your boyfriend, who now more than ever, towers over you. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?” You practically pout. “You can talk with people, and I can’t?”
“That’s not what you were up to, both you and I know that.”
“It's not my fault a guy finds me attractive. That girl was all over you, too,” you mutter the last part, and all the innocence you’ve played up falls. Leon looks confused for a moment.
“What?”
“Nothing,” you shrug. He rubs his hand over your back with a hum.
“Yeah. Nothing,” he squints at you. After a moment, his expression becomes something more amused. “Wait a minute— are you jealous?”
“No,” you answer too quickly, too defensively. The pink in your cheeks betrays you. Leon actually lets out a small laugh. This only makes you more indignant, embarrassed even. As if all your other actions weren’t a cry for attention.
“You are,” he scoffs. It’s affectionate. “You’re cute.” You’re not sure you can get any redder. Leon’s enjoying every bit of it. “C’mon, you got nothing to worry about,” he says, lips brushing your ear, voice low so only you can hear. “I’m all yours, yeah?”
“Sure hasn’t felt like it,” Leon frowns. His heart aches, guilty. He finds your hand and squeezes.
“Hey, look at me,” he says. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I got carried away for so long. People just wouldn’t get out of my hair.” You fight the urge to look away, guilt twisting in your stomach a bit. “I never want you to feel ignored, you deserve better than that.”
“I know that, logically,” you sigh, willing yourself to let the nasty feelings inside you release. “I’m sorry, too. I may have gone a bit overboard.” You let yourself smile at him. “Next time, come home first, please? Even if we’re late, we can be late together. Avoid all of this.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the way he says it, deep and only for you, has you like putty in his hands. He knows exactly what you’ve been fiending for. He kisses your forehead, and the show of affection in a public room has all of your frustration melting into the desire building in your core, even more so when he leans to murmur in your ear. “Where’s that bathroom you were sending me that sexy picture from, hm?” His voice is something bordering on desperate as his touches grow more possessive. “I gotta check something.” You know exactly what he wants to check immediately. You almost wish you were wearing underwear, because you’re sure it’s a fucking mess down there by now.
He follows you through the crowd, close behind like a shadow. As soon as the lock clicks behind him, he’s on you. Lips and teeth pulling at your mouth, your neck. Near growling as he grips desperately at your hips. All you can do is breathe heavily, let out a pathetic whine. His hands all over you have you trembling with need.
“You’re shaking,” he says breathlessly against your cheek. He cradles your face in his hands. “You alright, baby?”
“Yeah, I just,” you swallow. You’re almost too embarrassed to say it. He plants a soft kiss on your mouth, encouraging you to continue. “I’m… I need you, Leon.” His eyes flicker all over your face, taking in your lips, slick and bitten from his kisses, your pupils blown out with desire. You grab at his shoulders, his arms, anywhere you can touch. He feels a new wave of warmth flood his body at the syrupy sweet pleasure of being wanted as badly as he wants you. So much, you went out of your way to get his attention, to make him a little pissed off.
“Yeah?” He’s burying his face in your neck, sucking a hickey. You’re in no right mind to stop him, and you don’t want to. It’s tomorrow you’s problem. You right now? You want to be marked. You want to be his. “I need you, too,” he groans into your mouth. “Needed me so bad you wanted to make me jealous?” You whimper against his teeth at your neck.
“Don’t like feeling ignored,” you mumble. “Like you too much.” He laughs into your skin, and you suddenly feel like everything will be alright.
His hands begin to slide down the curves of your body slowly. He hikes up your dress enough to slip underneath the slit, pawing at your bare ass greedily. “Fuck, you weren’t kidding.” He continues to talk to you, sending goosebumps up your arms, and turning you on more than you knew was possible. His erection is digging into your thigh, begging to pop out of his pants. You’re almost not ready when his fingertips are sliding back over your hips, underneath you to cup your heat. He moans in your ear when he feels the slick that’s spread to your thigh.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he sighs. You shiver when he runs his fingers over you, deliciously slow. “I can’t make it home, baby. Gonna make you cum right here.”
“Leon-” your words catch in your throat when he presses a little harder on your heat, rubbing just enough to catch on your clit and have your hips twitching. You spread your legs for him, and he pulls one around his waist, beginning to roll up his sleeves as he continues to tease you. You can’t help the moan that escapes you when he frees his forearms.
“You’re really that desperate, huh?” A flush has risen across his cheeks at your desperation for him, knowing you want him so bad that just rolling up his sleeves has you near dripping on the marble floor.
“Shut up,” you sigh. You’re not sure you can take anything else embarrassing you. You cover your face.
“None of that,” he pulls your hands away immediately. “I love when you’re horny. It’s so hot,” he kneads the fat of your inner thigh, fingers so close but not close enough to where you’re dying to be touched. “You’re beautiful. Let me make you feel good, baby.” He begins tracing across your vulva again, his other hand coming up to stroke down your collarbones, slipping your straps down your shoulders. The cold air gives you a chill, your nipples hardening in seconds. Leon sighs, like he’s in pure heaven. His hands rub warmth back into your breasts, kneading each one gently. Before you know it, his lips are sealed over your left breast, and you have to bite your cheek to hold in a loud moan.
“Fuck,” you whisper. Leon hums, making sure to give your other breast equal attention. You swear he’s torturing you when he teeths your nipple, and you have to use all your willpower to not scream. You’ve waited a month for just a scrap of this, and it feels better than any fantasy you could have ever gotten off to alone in an empty bed.
“You are so gorgeous,” his words make you feel like you’re floating. He doesn’t refer to you as a thing, like James did, you are simply just you. And to him, you’re the most gorgeous being he’s ever seen. “Keep quiet for me, baby. Save all those moans for when we get home, yeah?” You sigh as he finally, finally turns his full attention to your throbbing pussy. Your back is pressed to the cold tile wall, and he slings your leg over his shoulder to close his mouth around your clit. Thank god for the slit in your dress. Easy access.
“Leon,” you keep your voice quiet, not wanting it to float underneath the gap underneath the door. He hums against you, creating a vibration that has you bucking into his face. You swear you can feel him smirk. He sucks at your clit delicately, dipping just a bit of his fingertip inside of you. It’s enough for you to writhe a little, and he uses his forearm strength to hold you still against the wall. Your hand finds his hair, pulling just enough for it to shoot pleasure down his spine at the feeling.
He pushes a full finger in you, already beginning to pick up his pace. He must feel how close you’re getting already, just from his kisses and touches. He does something to you that’s otherworldly.
“That the spot?” He murmurs, kissing your inner thigh, just as he brushes against that spongy spot. Your leg tightens on his shoulder in response. “Yeah, I know it is, honey,” he adds another finger. You’re doomed. You don’t know how you’re going to get through this without letting an ungodly noise out. Especially not when you spot Leon rubbing himself over his pants, a low groan escaping his lungs. It’s unbelievably sexy how turned on he gets just from watching you writhe in pleasure. He dives back down and tongues at your swollen clit, teasing it just a little before sealing it in his mouth. Your back arches away from the wall, and your hand scrambles to find purchase on literally anything. Eventually, he answers your desperation, tangling his fingers with yours. You squeeze. Hard. He chuckles against you and you feel tears prick at your eyes in pleasure.
“Leon, fuck, I’m so close. Please don’t stop.” He obeys your every word, wanting to get you there more than anything he thinks he’s ever wanted in his life. He also wants to get you home so he can ravage you. Hear every moan from your mouth without worrying about notifying anyone that’s in charge of his employment.
His fingers are moving in and out of you at a perfect, furious tempo, with enough pressure to hit your g-spot just right every single time. You can feel the knot tightening faster and faster in your lower belly, and your legs press him further against you. He moans against your wetness, and you think there’s a muffled “c’mon baby” somewhere in there.
It’s enough to send you into the stratosphere. It snaps.
You bite your lip so hard you draw blood, using every ounce of strength to stay silent as your orgasm rolls through you. A loud smack sounds when your head slams against the wall, but its the least of your worries, as you feel your climax leaking down his hand. He finally relents on your pussy, slowing his fingers down until the orgasm is a pleasant buzz, and pulling them out. You twitch at the emptiness, and clench again when he sucks your release off his fingers. He comes back to your mouth for a messy kiss, and you can taste yourself all over him. It’s hot.
He pulls away, sliding his hand up to cradle the back of your head with a small laugh. His other hand thumbs over your swollen bottom lip.
“Your head okay? You smacked it pretty hard, there.”
“I literally can’t feel anything right now,” you breathe heavily. Leon slowly releases your leg from over his shoulder, a hand steadying your thighs to ensure you have your sea legs before releasing you. He’s got an almost goofy smile on his face. All you can do is try to even your breathing as he gives you a small dose of aftercare; he gently pulls your straps back over your shoulders, tugging your dress back down to sit properly over your legs. His warm hands run over your arms, attempting to rub away some of the goosebumps from the cold tile. He originally goes to smooth your hair back into what was once a carefully manicured style, but ends up just pulling it out to a relaxed state. Something egregiously fond comes over his expression at the release of such a formal style. There's something more intimate there now, your appearance mirroring something closer to what he has the privilege of seeing at home. You take in his attention greedily, eating every bit of it up like it's your last meal. Once he’s satisfied, he seals his work with a surprisingly chaste kiss.
“I’m so lucky,” he muses.
“You just gave me an insane orgasm in the bathroom at a federal ball. I feel like I’m the one with all the luck here,” you rib. He smiles at your joke, but just shrugs a shoulder.
“You let me eat you out in the bathroom at a federal ball,” despite the debauchery of the situation, his tone is gentle. “I feel lucky. I feel lucky every minute I spend with you, you know that?” You kiss him in response. Hard. Loving. Every ounce of you channeled into it. His arms wrap around you, squeezing you close to his body. It’s a long, languid caress. You almost hate that he pulls away, even if it’s to say something else sweet to you. “I’m really sorry about earlier. I could’ve stepped away. Next time I will,” his hand finds your cheek. “You’re the most important thing to me. I want you to feel that.” You turn your head to kiss his palm, as if to say now I do.
“C’mon, or I’m gonna fuck you in the backseat of your car.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he peeks his head out of the bathroom door. The hallway must be empty, because he quickly pulls you with him into the hall. He’s glued to your side as you traverse the parking lot of expensive cars, until you find his beat up BMW sticking out like a sore thumb. He keeps saying he’ll get something newer, but you think he’s too attached. He's fiercely loyal, if nothing else.
He’s pulling out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell, determined to get home and ravage you in as little time as possible. You eye the bulge still pressing at the zipper of his slacks. He catches you before you can even move your arm, placing your hand back in your lap. His own hand squeezes your thigh.
“If you do that, we will get in a wreck.”
You thank whatever higher being there is or isn’t that there’s a parking spot right up front at your complex. Leon practically yanks you from the passenger seat, only separating from your side to hold the door to the lobby open for you. The two of you manage to make it into an empty elevator, and he’s back all over you, holding your hips from behind and kissing on your neck. You hum pleasantly at the contact, the mere twenty minute drive a drought for the two of you.
As soon as the elevator opens, you’re rushing to unlock your door, and he picks you up before you can even step a foot in the threshold. He locks the door behind you and throws you on the couch. You don’t even make it to the bedroom.
“Fucking finally,” he practically rips open each button of his shirt, eyes on you like he’s about to devour you. And in a way, it’s true. “You better take that off if you like it. Otherwise it’s going to end up in shreds.” You decide you liked teasing him a little too much earlier, and slowly slide off the straps, taking your sweet time to pull each arm out. Leon throws his own shirt on the floor with what can only be described as a frustratedly horny noise. “You’re a fucking minx, jesus christ.”
“What? I’m doing what you asked.” You bat your eyelashes at him, a little over the top.
“Arms up.” He orders, deep and commanding. You swear you can feel a gush of arousal pool between your legs. You obey without backtalk this time. “Good girl.” The comment floods you with pleasant tingles, and you’re reaching for his belt buckle before you can stop yourself. He lets you, pants falling over his thighs. His boxer briefs are tight from how hard he is, and you spot a damp spot of pre-cum. Leon’s watching you like you’re a creature sent straight from heaven, lids low with dark eyes. You meet his gaze easily, your own exhilaration just as clear. He inhales sharply when you tug down his underwear, and his cock bobs out, drooling pre-cum for you. You wrap your fingers around his shaft, thumbing his arousal down with your stroke. He only lets you touch him for a minute before he’s begging. “Please, sweetheart, let me fuck you. I’m so fucking hard for you.”
“Yeah? I can see that, babe,” you breathe. “Where do you want me?”
“Fuck, it doesn’t matter,” he’s bending you over the couch before you can tease him more. He rubs his length over your wet heat, letting out a loud, desperate moan. You feel his tip at your hole, and he covers the length of your back as he slowly slides in. You feel so full with every inch, letting out a loud groan. Leon pulls you up on your knees, pressing his chest into your back. He wraps his arms around your middle, bucking into you at a slow, agonizingly hot pace. “Fuck, you feel so good. Missed you so much.”
“I missed you too,” you gasp, grinding back into him. His hand slides up to grope at your breast, the other squeezing your hip so tight you know they’ll be bruised by morning. “Fuck, Leon.” He kisses at your neck desperately, and his hand soon finds your jaw, twisting you just enough to messily lock his mouth to yours. It’s a filthy kiss; wet and moaning as he fucks into you so deep you whine.
“‘M not gonna last long, sweetheart,” he gasps against you, freeing your head from his hand to rest at your collarbone. You can feel yourself approaching another peak, too, with the way he’s hitting you perfectly every single thrust. As if he read your mind, the hand on your hip comes down further to rub at your clit. His circles are precise, with perfect pressure that has you moaning like a porn star. “I can feel you squeezing me, fuck. You gonna cum for me?” All you can manage is a frantic nod. His chest heaves against your back, damp with sweat. His hips slap against your ass with loud, vulgar noises. You use the arm not holding you up against the couch to reach back, once again begging for something to hold onto as you shake with your release not far away. Leon squeezes your hand and jolts you both forward into the couch. You’re trapped underneath him in the most pleasant way as he fucks into you desperately.
“Leon,” you rasp. “Leon, I’m gonna cum. Fuck.”
“Yeah?" he rubs your clit a little more fiercely. He ghosts kisses across your shoulder between spurts of words. “Cum on me, wanna feel it. You feel so fucking good on my cock,” he’s almost rambling now as he talks you to your end. “Love you, baby. You’re mine.” You barely register what he says, your orgasm hitting you forcefully, suddenly. Your walls clench around him so tight he lets out a deep whine. “Fuuuuck. Good girl. That’s it, so good for me, angel.”
“Fuck,” you whimper as he pounds you still, chasing his own release. You sit back up into him and he rears back with you, fucking his hips up desperately. He’s almost whimpering. “Cum inside me, please,” you beg. You want to feel him finish. It’s been too fucking long, and you’re desperate for every last bit of him. He nearly growls at your request, slamming into you so hard he has to wrap his forearm around your hips so you don’t fall away from him. Even in your post-orgasm fog, it feels so good you can’t help but moan. Your noises push him over the edge, and you feel him twitch in you, pulsing hot ropes of cum deep in you. He keeps your hips stuck to his as he rides it out, and his teeth bite into your shoulder desperately at how good it feels.
After he’s spent, he presses a few kisses where his teeth marks indent your skin. Then, he moves up your neck, behind your ear, everywhere he can reach as he recovers from his high. It almost hurts when he releases the grip on your hips, and you miss his hands on you already. He slips out of you slowly, the emptiness making you tremble against him. He hugs you from behind for a moment, just enjoying your body against his. Your hearts race in tandem, air buzzing between the two of you in a pleasurable haze.
Leon finally manages to back off of you, and you collapse face first on the couch, falling to the side a bit, still trying to come to terms with reality. You barely notice him retreat to the bathroom for a towel, before he’s back by your side to clean you up. You’re limp when he’s finished, and he picks you up without a word to bring you to bed.
Once he ensures you’re under the covers the way you like, he crawls in beside you. You don’t waste another second away from him, wrapping your greedy arms around his middle and nuzzling into his chest. He sighs, something full of love and relaxation. You’re processing everything slowly, tracing circles on his chest, before you realize what he’d confessed in the middle of, well, everything.
“Did you…” You begin, almost nervous. “Did you mean that before?”
“What, sweetheart?”
“You said,” you look up at him. You want to remember everything about this moment, if it’s true. You’re not even sure how you’d react if it isn’t. It honestly doesn’t cross your mind. The way Leon treats you, the way he looks at you and misses you. You know deep down, that it’s love. You know because you do the same in return. “You said you love me.” He almost looks sheepish when the words leave your mouth. But he faces it head on, without a trace of fear on him.
“Yeah,” he rubs his thumb over your cheek. “Not sure that’s how I envisioned telling you, but yes. I love you,” Your name completes his sentence, falling from his lips like it’s always meant to be there. You’re often baby, or sweetheart, but in the most tender moments, your name comes the easiest to his mind. Because you’re you. And you’re his. And he can’t think of a better way to refer to you in that moment than by the name that’s in every corner of his mind, every second of the day.
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