"It certainly worked out for you," he murmurs, quite happily moving to push into each and every little touch that he's giving him right now. He never thought he could be this relaxed or this... happy of all things in his afterlife, but evidently he just needed to run into the right person.
"Just for you, baby." Which isn't an entire lie, of course. "Merry Sinsmas or whatever-the-fuck."
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Date: 2024-12-24 06:29 pm (UTC)"Just for you, baby." Which isn't an entire lie, of course. "Merry Sinsmas or whatever-the-fuck."