[Now that the body is easing back into languid afterglow, the thoughts of before come in like a blood-red tide. It's the best he's felt in a long while. The warmth here persists, even if it wasn't "proper" - it settles into his chest, gladdened by the other's touch.]
[He doesn't deserve any of it.]
[But he won't be so harsh to Daan. Precious, beautiful Daan. He won't lie to him. He can't.]
I'm feeling more than good.
[His eyes crinkle in the way only they can, filled with an affection that he can't even begin to hide. His hand slides up to cup the man's ear as he kisses him on the tip of his nose.]
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[He doesn't deserve any of it.]
[But he won't be so harsh to Daan. Precious, beautiful Daan. He won't lie to him. He can't.]
I'm feeling more than good.
[His eyes crinkle in the way only they can, filled with an affection that he can't even begin to hide. His hand slides up to cup the man's ear as he kisses him on the tip of his nose.]
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