[Theo relaxes into that, hand combing through Oliver's curls and he purrs a little - not unlike one of their stupid cats. He feels happy now, truly happy, and it's one of those rare but fleeting feelings so he wants to enjoy it while it lasts. He's started to really fear good things (see: Oliver) being ripped away from him much like people are ripped away from others here, just as soon as they get close. He lets him do what he wants to his neck and jaw, and laughs lightly:]
I call big spoon tonight, after the inevitable fucking.
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I call big spoon tonight, after the inevitable fucking.