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— His palm moves instinctively to your waist, to coax you back to the mattress. But you groan—soft, sleepy, and annoyed. Somehow managing to wiggle even further on top of hi

— John sits with his back against the cold porcelain, legs stretched out and parted, his bare chest a solid presence behind you. Across from you, Simon sits with his arms dr

“C’mon, bend over my lap.” He pats his thigh, a lazy gesture—but the way he watches you, the quiet intensity of it, is anything but casual.

Spank therapy with your bes

He feels the slight tug at the hem of his hoodie. You’ve always had a thing for lying on his chest, skin to skin.

Lying on his chest.

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“Who gets to be free from this torture—if only for a little while?”

Colouring their tattoo’s.

You can choose what their tattoos look like; I really didn't feel l

— John leads you to the bed, Simon sets the hairdryer down against the mattress.

Drying your hair.

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Anypov — Established relationship —