#lime??

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On the morning of his birthday, Spinner was forced awake when what felt like two dull blade tried to stab themselves into the sides of his stomach. 

Turned out it was Tomura, apparently straddling him while pushing his sharp, bony knees into him. Snickering at his discomfort. 

“Tomura, what the fuck,” Spinner hissed, his sleep-fogged mind slurring his words, as he tried to push his asshole boyfriend off. He also groped for his phone somewhere under his pillow to check the time - 3:38 AM. “What—” 

He was unable to say anything else when large, rough hands grabbed his face and pushed him back down into the pillow. Dry, cracked lips was forced upon him, pressed hard against his mouth, before being dragged slowly along his beak. Then Tomura was nibbling his jaw, and there was a hand stroking Spinner’s neck, the other snaking its way under his shirt, and then Tomura grinded his hips against Spinner, slow and deliberate. 

Okay. This wasn’t really something to complain about, so Spinner kissed Tomura back. Still, he made sure to glare as he did so, though Tomura didn’t look bothered at all by that. 

“It’s your birthday,” Tomura said. He grinned, looking playful, looking devious. Spinner didn’t know whether to feel excited or wary. “I’m going to suck your cocks.”

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