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not art but please look at the single best potg i've ever achieved

HE’S   NEAR   AND  CLOSE,      SMOKE  TRAILING  OFF  EACH  SYLLABLE.  Beanie  is  held  in  hand  and  a  mess  of  hair  spools  out  on  her  lap,    comfortable  and  relaxed.   A  lot  could  happen  in  seven  minutes,    yet  his  only  chief  concern  was,       “Y’gonna  eat  me?”        A  brow  raises  at  the  other.    A  running  joke,   except  he  was  sure  she  wasn’t  joking.      A  lazy  turn  of  his  head  to  face  the  soft  of  her  stomach,   he  nuzzles  closer,   planting  a  kiss  and  running  heated  fingers  under  her  shirt.   Light  and  soft  and  teasing,   each  accompanied  with  a  smile  that  wrought  trouble  and  mischief.    How  much  could  he  get  away  with?    He  props  himself  up  with  an  arm  so  he  could  plant  more  kisses  upwards.    A  heated  palm  trailing  along.   Until  he  gets  to  her  bra.   A  pointed  gaze  and  a  heated  second  later,   his  palm  moves  to  cradle  the  back  of  her  head,   fingers  entangling  themselves  in  her  silver  hair.      Resuming  where  he’d  left  of,    on  the  ridge  of  her  collarbone  and  up  along  to  the  soft  of  her  neck.   Nose  nuzzles  into  her,   his  voice  low,   coated  in  mirth.    You  could  hear  him  smiling,    “Or’s  that  too  ‘lewd’  of  me  to  ask?”     Instead  of  a  kiss,   he  leaves  her  a  love  bite  instead.    Planting  a  soft  kiss  on  top  of  it,  he  resumes  his  trail  up  her  jawline  and  stops  at  the  corner  of  her  mouth.    He  looks  up  to  her  through  his  lashes,   smug  and  confident,   as  though  the  idea  of  asking  her  wasn’t  as  lewd  as  he  liked  to  joke.   He  plants  a  final  kiss  on  her  mouth   //   Soft  and  fleeting,  he  nips  at  the  bottom  of  her  lip.   

the rare moments u get to see this loser's face

SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK! SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK! SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK!