A bit of warning here: there is a smut scene! It's short and not too explicit, but I'm afraid it's not very skippable. Sorry if it's not your thing!

Lucius examined the summoner and confirmed they weren't in any inmediate danger, but it would be the best to go back to the castle and have more healers check them up. The area had been cleared from enemies, the fort was empty and they had taken most supplies from the building, so the scouting mission had technically been a success. There was no reason to risk further danger.

Once at the castle, Marth welcomed them back. He got worried when he knew Alphonse and Sharena were very insistent on bringing Kiran to the infirmary, but Rebecca quickly filled him on the situation. Marth nodded at her and said he'd inform the rest of the Order about it. He told them to leave the supplies in the storehouse; someone else would sort them later.

Everyone started leaving the place, Grima being the first one to do so, not even waiting for the masked man to stop talking. Chrom watched him go, but didn't follow. Instead, he aproached Lukas.

"Hey, Lukas. I was wondering if I could talk to you." He made a small pause. "In private."

The soldier didn't answer inmediately, staring instead at the hallway Grima had left through. "Of course." He smiled. "Can you come to my room in about an hour? Oh, do you know where it is?"

"Yeah, you were from Valm, right? I mean, Valentia. I'll be there."

Lukas nodded and then bid him farewell, leaving as well. Chrom sighted. He had an hour to kill and didn't feel like answering the questions from the rest of the Shepherds at the dining hall or the training grounds. The Robins would probably notice he had something on his mind. He decided to sneak into his room for clean clothes and take a bath.

Once he finished, he went for Lukas' room. It took a while to go to the other side of the castle, and he was afraid to be late, thinking perhaps the soldier could decide to go somewhere else out of boredom. But Lukas opened the door inmediately once Chrom knocked it.

"Welcome." He smiled at the Exalt and stepped aside, letting him enter the room. There were a couple of chairs ready around a desk with steaming mugs on it. "Genny brought me tea a little while ago, so I poured a cup for you."

"Thank you." Chrom smiled, and sat down on the closest chair.

Lukas sat in front of him and talked before Chrom could say anything else. "This is about Grima, isn't it?"

Chrom stopped smiling. Was it that obvious or was he just that easy to read? In any case, he nodded.

"That's what I suspected. It's pretty obvious you Ylisseans and Grima have a…" He stopped for a few seconds, thinking for a good word. Then he sighted and decided he wasn't going to mince the words. "bad relationship. Far worse than us with the possessed Celica or the Hoshidans and Nohrians with the possessed Takumi. You're even the first one to try to ask someone from Grima's team about him, in fact. I'm quite surprised."

"What do you mean, 'possessed' Celica and Takumi?" The words alarmed Chrom.

"Haven't you noticed there are two Celicas at the dining hall? Valentian redhaired girls with white robes. So similar they could be twins."

Chrom believed he remembered people like that, and nodded.

"One of them had her soul taken by Duma and she attacked us. Or will…" He sighted and Chrom nodded. If they focused on the details over dates, they would get nowhere. "In any case, she was a bit of a threat at first to us when she was summoned here, but she was the second possessed person to appear, and we already had an idea on what to do. The first one was Takumi."

Lukas stared at the Exalt with a serious expression. "When that Takumi got summoned, he did nothing but walk around the castle like a doll until he found the Corrins. Then, he tried to kill them."

Chrom stared back at Lukas in surprise. The soldier nodded and drank some tea. "We can't kill each other, but that didn't stop him. He tried again, and again, and again until the summoner decided it would be better to take his bow away. He went crazy after that, and became far more aggresive than before. Kiran had practically decided to send him away due to how out of control he had become; but Sakura, his younger sister, begged him not to."

"Why? Wouldn't she and everyone else be safer if he wasn't around?"

Lukas made a small pause, ordering his thoughts. "Yes. But I guess she didn't want to let her brother go in that state, so she begged the summoner to let her try to help him. The summoner accepted, but only if Takumi showed sings of improvement in a month. He was too dangerous."

Chrom nodded, serious.

"Sakura was always next to him, heping him, talking to him, scolding him softly when he did something bad. We discovered she had even been sneaking into his room at the Askrian floor to keep him company at night. Ryoma was so angry when he discovered that… But it worked. Takumi became less and less aggresive, he started remembering things about his life and even listened carefully to what Sakura told him instead of staring off. Several months later, Kiran decided to make a final test and have him in front of the Corrins with his weapon, and he didn't attack them."

"So he got better?"

"Better, yes. Good, no." Lukas specified. "Kiran decided he was good enough to live with the rest of the Hoshidans if everyone involved agreed, so he moved with them and hasn't given trouble since. But he's still possessed, and it's like a part of him is empty, as eerily as it may sound."

Lukas closed his eyes. "So, when the possessed Celica got summoned, we already knew of something that could help her. We took her sword, stayed with her as much as we could to give her some company and help her remember her old life, and she slowly improved her condition until she basically became a very serious and quiet girl." He smiled warmly. "The other Celica treats her like a little sister. I think she finds that a bit confusing. And I'd even say Mae is a little jealous."

Chrom thought it was awkward instead of adorable, but he kept that to himself. He hadn't been through any of that, anyway.

Then Lukas sighted. "In both cases, two people we know of and who are dear to us got possesed by something else and attacked us against their will, so we tried to help them remmember who they had been. But, as far as I'm aware, that is not the case with Grima, so the summoner just couldn't ask the Shepherds for help. Am I wrong?"

Chrom drank from his tea and was silent for a few seconds, staring at it. "I would usually say you are right, but…" He started, then frowned and left the cup on the table.

"But?" Lukas repeated, not having expected that answer at all.

"I'm not sure." Chrom admited with a sight. "Grima doesn't behave like I was expecting, like how I thought he would given my memories of my fight against him in my world. And that's why I wanted to talk with you. I want you to tell me two things about him you probably know if you've been his teammate for a while." He frowned, pensive.

"Very well. If I can answer them, I will."

"Does he usually plan like that?"

"Ah, yes." Lukas smiled again. "The summoner's planning is very good, but there have been times when they made a mistake that put us in danger. Grima always takes charge and improvises something that saves us."

"Always?" Chrom asked. He had to be sure.

"Yes. He hasn't failed a single time yet. The first time it happened we weren't sure if we could follow his orders. We were half sure he would sacrifice us to save himself, given what we knew of him, but… it didn't happen. We even suffered less injuries that we had while following Kiran's plan. He truly tried to make sure we were as safe as possible."

Chrom realized his heart had started to beat faster. He breathed deeply in an attempt to calm down his anxiety.

"Alright. And have you ever noticed he has a ring on his left hand? Has he ever said anything about it?"

"Oh. I did notice, and tried to ask him about it once it looked like he liked us more…" Lukas frowned, remembering the time. The anger and sadness he had seen on his face. "He threatened me to never speak about it again, or to anyone else."

Chrom had expected an answer like that. He didn't know if it made things easier or more difficult.

"Thank you. That was all I wanted to know. Or all I could think of to ask, I guess."

"If you need something else, I'll be here or training."

Chrom stood up and looked at him with curiosity. "Why are you so willing to tell me things about Grima. He's your teammate, and him and I are pretty much enemies."

"Perhaps Grima's behaviour is different from the possessed Celica and Takumi, but he's still very powerful and lacks any meaningful bond with any other hero, nor he tries to make them. That could be really dangerous, so the summoner tried to supply that support being there for him themselves. Grima is better than before, but the overall success has been… arguable." Lukas frowned with worry.

"And you think I could be better?" Chrom guessed his thoughts.

"I do. You're not only the first Ylissean that goes on a mission with him, but also the first to show interest in him, to the point of wanting to ask his teammates about him. You already more know about him than any other hero here, so you can do better than any of us." Lukas stared directly at Chrom's eyes. "I think you already wanted to help him, but didn't know where to start, and came to me for information that would help you situate yourself."

Chrom closed his eyes, thinking of an answer. "I… have reached a conclusion of sorts… but I need to talk with the summoner first. Something is… " He trailed off. "Strange. I feel like I'm missing something about this."

"Then you should go to his room." The soldier informed. "Genny told me before they were fine, and they had been told to go rest to their room until tomorrow."

The Exalt smiled at him. "Thank you, I'll do that."

Kiran was surprised when they saw Chrom at their door with a smile, asking them if they could talk.

"Sure." They opened the door wider and let him in. "I was trying to investigate a bit about the Tellius realm, but I can't concentrate much…" They frowned, annoyed. "Although I thought you would be with the Shepherds, telling them about the mission."

"Ah, um… I'll talk later with them. I've been thinking of something since then, and Lukas told me to speak with you…" He started.

"Is this about Grima?" Kiran replied, looking suspiciously at him.

Chrom sighted. "Is it really that obvious? You're the second person to guess that today."

"Ah, well, not really. It's just you're the first Ylissean not counting Marth that agreed to get physically close to him without murdering intentions, so I guess it's easy to jump on conclusions." They looked at Chrom apologetically. "So, what did you want to know?"

Chrom sighted. "Well, I'm not very sure. It's just… They way he behaved on that mission and the way he did the time I saw him in my world are… very different." He made a small pause and stared at Kiran's eyes. "Almost if they were different people."

The sumoner pressed their lips and look away. They seemed uncomfortable.

"You know something about this." Despite having wanted to talk to them, Chrom hadn't been completely sure of Kiran being able to answer. They had a lot of technical knowledge of the heroes, but rarely, if ever, personally knew them better than the people from the same world.

"I can't control the summons, but I can investigate about the realms in order to narrow the amount of options." He explained. "I… do have found texts with information that is not always common knowledge on each world."

They crossed their hands, thinking of a good way to explain this; a good way to tell Chrom what he needed to know to reach the right conclusion. Grima had begged him to not say anything about it to anyone else, specially the Shepherds, and the summoner didn't want to betray the little trust he had managed to build in case whatever Chrom was trying to achieve failed spectacularly.

And, well, Grima hadn't begged as much as threatened, but the summoner knew how he was actually feeling behind his act.

"What do you know about Grima?" Kiran asked Chrom.

"Ah… what?"

"What do you know about Grima?" They repeated.

"Um… well... It is a giant dragon that tried to destroy the world, it needs a… vessel, " Chrom still felt uncomfortable saying that word. It was like implying that Robin wasn't a person. "and can't be destroyed by anything that isn't itself."

"Nothing else? Like it's relationship with the risen?"

Chrom shook his head, paying more attention than before. Kiran frowned, thinking.

"Ok. I'll give you the short version, details aren't that important." They paused briefly, ordering their thoughts. "In your world, a very long time ago even from Marth and Alm's time, there was an alchemist that tried to create an army of undead people."

Chrom's eyes widened in horror, but he didn't interrupt.

"He succeded. By accident, he mutated a type of insect capable of reanimating corpses and… well, you've fought risen. You know how they are better than me. There's basically a colony of these bugs inside every risen, controlling it through roots they can grow on the body."

Chrom made a nauseated face. "Gods… Alright, and?"

"He got divine dragon blood, he mixed it with his own and… well, he infected at least a colony with it. It developed and became what we know as 'Grima'."

"A colony…?"

"It's not known what happened later exactly, but my guess is that he was either killed by Grima, or became the first vessel, since giving it his blood was like making a blood pact."

"Wait…" Chrom asked. He put a hand on his forehead. "Wait, wait. What are you saying?"

Kiran sighted. "Grima is not…" He stopped and pressed his lips. "Grima is… 'Grima' is the most powerful colony of thanatophages that exists at any given moment, once a blood ritual and a proper vessel have been prepared."

Chrom stared. He didn't know if he wanted to listen to the rest.

"Living bodies kill parasites, so a good vessel should have low resistance to the bugs, but not so low it dies because of them. Only enough to make them hibernate or something like that, so the bugs could stay without killing the host, nor the host killing the colonies."

"Are you…" Chrom didn't want to ask that. "Are you implying… they have… bugs inside?!"

"At least four colonies hidden in their organs and muscles, yeah…" Kiran looked away when they confirmed it.

"And what else?" The Exalt's hand around his forehead tightened. He had enought with the conversation, but had the feeling Kiran hadn't finished yet.

"Once the ritual is done, the power of the dragon blood awakens. But only one colony can be 'Grima', so they fight for the dominance of the vessel. The most powerful one will have the rest under its control, as well as the colonies that exist nearby, which are the ones on the risen."

Wait. Wait. What was that? Did that mean…?

"And…" Chrom said, staring at Kiran. "and can the vessel fight for dominance as well?"

The summoner was silent for three eternal seconds.

"As far as I know, there's nothing stopping them from trying."

Chrom knocked at the door. It was time for dinner, and most heroes were at the dining room eating with their friends, but the summoner had confirmed to the Exalt that Grima always went late to eat to avoid the Shepherds (technically everyone, but mostly the Shepherds). And he was always in his room unless he was sent on a mission. He didn't even train.

He knocked again. Almost half an hour had passed since he had started knocking and hadn't received an answer. But he was sure that if he annoyed him just enough…

The door opened, and Chrom jumped back, startled. Grima stared at him, looking very annoyed. Chrom tried to smile at him.

"Uh, hi! Eh, can we talk?" He tried his best to not sound as startled as he was.

Grima slammed the door on his face without even answering. The lock sounded once he put the key and turned it. Chrom sighted. Of course it wasn't going to be easy.

"I know you are Robin." He said.

The door didn't answer. Chrom felt himself growing impatient. Why was he so stubborn?

"You protect Marth from the rest of the Shepherds because he chose to defend you, and you do it because he's your child. You acept and engage in random banter with your teammates. You protect them if things go wrong. You plan if things go wrong. The summoner knows you are Robin. You refuse to accept to help on the strategies because it will be easier to know it's you through them. You…" Chrom racked his brain trying to think of something that would get him a reaction. Any reaction. "You still wear the ring I gave you when I asked you to marry me!"

Chrom heard the lock opening, but Grima didn't say anything back. Instead, he stepped out and looked around the door, as if making sure there was nobody around. Then grabbed Chrom forcefully from his arm and shoved him inside the room. He entered next and locked the door again.

Grima's eyes were brimming with fury.

"You have not. Given me. Anything." The words were sharp like a knife.

Chrom stood quiet, thinking of something to say, but those eyes kept piercing him with rage. With pain. With sadness. With loneliness. He wasn't the Chrom that had given him a ring. That Chrom was dead, murdered. Killed by Robin's own hands. The details were irrelevant, that was what had happened.

"Congrats!" Grima said, walking around the room, "You've proved to have eyeballs and a functional brain that let's solve simple puzzles, unlike most people here." He stopped and faced him again. He looked indifferent, but Chrom saw his body was tense. "So?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you really think this changes anything?"

Chrom crossed his arms. "Yes, I do; given all the trouble you've gone through to keep it hidden."

Grima frowned slightly when he heard that, and purple puffs of smoke softly started to emanate from his body. Chrom didn't know if he as trying to intimidate him or if he had simply hit a sensitive spot, but he was sure his guess had been right.

"I'm just saving myself unnecesary future annoyances." He replied, with a tense expression.

"I'd say this has been more than an annoyance for Marth." Chrom countered.

The smoke around Grima intensified, he tensed his jaw, and his fists had started shaking. "That's his problem for poking his nose when it's none of his business!"

"You can seriously tell me that watching his fathers fight is none of his business." Chrom frowned when he heard that.

"Yes, I can! Because I'm not his father. I'm not Robin anymore, it's just Grima now!" The smoke intensified so much Chrom could barely see the rest of the room anymore, but he could ony pay attention to Grima's painfull expression.

"Why are you keeping this up?!" Chrom replied. The person in front of him looked like he was going to break down at any moment. He looked like he was going to cry.

"Would the Robin you know destroy the world and enjoy every second?! I think not!" Grima stepped towards Chrom, and he instintively stepped back, regretting not having a weapon on himself. Perhaps going unharmed to not look dangerous to him hadn't been a good idea after all.

"But that's exactly what happened! Because a world that made me kill you doesn't deserve to exist!"

The claim, announced with a roar that made Chrom fall absolutely silent, echoed through the room. Grima's -no, Robin's- eyes, pierced Chrom's with an intensity worthy of the Fell Dragon. His jaw was clenched and his fists were shaking violently, and a storm of purple smoke emanated from his body.

"And I regret nothing. Nothing! Your death is the only thing I would change if I could!" He continued, fury and frustration spilling with every word he said. "Would your Robin say something like this?" He replied with some snark, like someone who was sure to have won an argument.

But Chrom, if surprised, didn't look intimidated. He was starting to understand what was happening, what had happened, to the Robin in front of him. He softly but firmly grabbed Robin's hands. He looked alarmed when he noticed Chrom was trying to stop him from running, but the Exalt talked before he could reply.

"I'm sure it's possible. After all, you just said it."

And in a second, Chrom's soothing and calm voice simply obliterated every argument Robin had thought of to keep him away, to make sure he would be with the Shephereds instead of trying to approach him for whatever reason. To make sure his old world would stay at one side and Grima at the other. To make sure things wouldn't change.

Robin couldn't process what was happening. He felt tears falling from his eyes, and his heart twisting in ache, in remorse, in fear, in hate. But he was unable to move, blink or say anything, his expression frozen in utter uncomprehesion. Why was that happening? If that had been the other Chrom, he would have chased him away within the first ten seconds! Why had the other one matured and become more patient?! He'd ruin everything!

If only that Chrom loathed him like everyone else. Everything would be better. Easier!

His body tensed when he felt something soft on his forehead. Chrom was ignoring the purple smoke coming from Robin and kissing him. He softly undid Robin's clenched fists to grab his hands tenderly.

"S-stop!" The former tactician yelled, trying to get away from him. He wasn't Robin anymore. He wasn't, he wasn't he wasn't! Robin wouldn't kill everyone! Robin wouldn't kill him! "Get out already!"

Chrom kept grabbing his hands and staring at his eyes calmly.

"I can see how much you regret what happened to me. And I forgive you." He said.

Instead of hating him like Robin would have wanted, what Chrom did was cleaning his tears away and pressing their lips together. The touch was soft and caring, and for a few seconds, Robin could only stare at the face right in front of him.

Then his primal instincts, increased by the awakened fell blood on his body, robbed him of whatever idea he could had been having. He threw himself onto Chrom's lips, biting with such a strenght he got a small groan from the Exalt. But by the way he grabbed his waist tightly to start grinding against each others crotch, he didn't seem to mind much.

Chrom leaned against the wall while he started to bite rather than kiss Robin's neck. He got rid of the former tactician's robes while said tactician practically tore him from his own clothes. Robin threw himself onto Chrom's lips, which recieved him with an enthusiam he hadn't felt in years. Everything was burning hot and dizzy and Robin's instincts made him agonize because he just needed to keep going, and he suddenly realized they were both naked and panting despite him not remembering the process. It didn't matter because his brain quickly decided that the nipple Chrom had started to suck was more important, and Robin forgot about clothes in that instant. He moaned in surprise when he felt Chrom's fingers slid inside him with extreme ease, realizing just then how wet he was. He had the feeling his brain had started to skip the non important parts.

A fast glance at Chrom was enough to see his cock was as erected as it was going to be, and he was sweating and panting so hard he had started having trouble kissing or biting anywhere. So Robin decided foreplay was over, and got his own crotch closer to Chrom's cock. The Exalt took the hint and grabbed his waist to help. The gasp Robin made when Chrom's member got completly inside of him was inhuman.

It had been so long since the last time it had happened. Since they had been together like that, sharing thair bodies, their intimacy, their trust. Hoping for a pregnancy or just for fun, it didn't matter. Robin missed it so much; he missed him so much. He didn't have a right because everything was his fault, but he did still.

"R-Robin?!" Chrom stopped, worried about the sudden reaction. Had he hurt him?

But Robin just wraped his legs around his waist and yanked his hair. "Don't stop! Gods, don't stop!" He slurred, desperation and need pouring like a fountain from his mouth.

Chrom made sure he had grabbed his legs properly and walked the couple of steps he needed towards the bed, placing him on it while still having his own feet on the ground. He kissed his lips again with increasing need while he made sure he was firmly grabbing Robin's waist. He slowly, gently, caringly pulled out only to push in again. Robin yanked his hair. It was agonizing. It was wonderful. And Chrom seemed to know exactly what to do with every little reaction Robin had, changing the angle the right way or kissing him in the right place. He was definietly fucking the Robin from his realm. And the former tactician also realized he would get an equally positive reaction from the Exalt with almost everything he did. It was absurd and comforting at once.

Chrom's hands holding Robin in place were starting to shake, so Robin simply raised his hips in a sudden to catch him of guard and show him it was fine to increase the pace. Chrom obeyed without hesitation, earning himself a moan of pleasure once he was practically slaming his body towards Robin's, and a couple of hands frantically started to scratch his back. He wanted to ask Robin how was he doing, but the lack of negative reaction had thrown his worry out of the window. His brain could only process the overwhelming pleasure he was feeling and the equally pleasured noises Robin was making.

Robin's orgasmic yell got suffocated by the sudden need to breath, and he gasped for air as if he was about to drown. The increased wetness drove Chrom mad, making him come just a few seconds later, collapsing on him while gasping for air.

He waited a few minutes to recover. Then he got up and held Robin to move him to the side and lay next to him. Robin was going to protest, but he was freed faster than he could talk, and a thick blancket quickly covered both of them. Chrom laid next to him with both of his eyes closed and still breathing a little fast. Robin, already completely recovered, casted a glance at him and then turned, showing him his back. A thick silence fell over them.

Chrom noticed, but didn't say anything. He just waited a while until he had recovered completely and was able to breath normally. He glanced at Robin's back, watching the siluete stay still, and slowly aproached him, slid his arms around Robin's waist for a soft hug and leaned against his back. Robin tensed for a few seconds, not having expected that, and then relax again. He said nothing.

They remained in silence for so long Robin was sure Chrom had fallen asleep, so he didn't expect the soft kiss he felt on his shoulder. The warm lips pressed against his skin for three full seconds before abandoning it. And, a few seconds later, he felt another one on his neck. Then on his hair. His jaw. Again on his shoulder. On his nape. Behind his ear. On the neck once more. On…

"Can you stop?" Robin groaned, without even turning his head.

Chrom did, falling in silence. It wasn't a disapointed silence, or an angry silence. It was like he was thinking what could he say exactly to avoid making him more upset while also letting him continue the kisses. Robin found himself once again wishing Chrom hadn't change. He was so determined to help, to confort him, despite knowing exactly what Grima had done in his own world.

"You don't like it?" Chrom sounded genuinely curious and sligthly concerned. Robin felt awful instantly.

"I don't deserve it." Robin muttered so low he believed Chrom hadn't heard him. A couple of tears had started to fall from his eyes.

But after a few seconds, Chrom's arms tighted yet again against his waist, softly grabbing his naked skin while pressing his lips against his neck one more time, and far longer than any other. Robin realized his own hands were shaking.

"But you need it." Was Chrom gentle and simple answer, whispered softly in the darkness of the room while he kept hugging Robin.

It wasn't fair. Chrom couldn't just appear in Askr, all smiles and friendliness, more patient, experienced and mature, and decide he was going to give that Grima a chance just because a Marth showed concern for him ocasionally. Just because maybe there was something different from him than what he remembered from the one on his realm. Just because the summoner had accidentally spilled his name and, in his tiredness, not corrected himself or say "Oh, right, you're actually Grima. Silly me."

And what right had Chrom to notice those things and investigate them, anyway? He was supossed to be much more impulsive and less sharp. He was supossed to be like the other Chrom, and hate him like everyone else. He was supossed to form a front against him, perhaps even finally convincing Marth to stay with the rest, and keep the hate, suffering and remorse Robin deserved. They needed someone to hate; he deserved that hate.

Robin wished he could hate him. He wished he could have laughed at him when he saw him first at the canteen, remind him of some bad memories just to hurt him, and then forget his existence like with most other heroes. He wished his heart didn't bleed everytime he saw him and the other Chrom around the castle, everytime he remembered how he regained consciousness in the Plegian temple only to realize Chrom was dead in front of him with an electricity dagger thrust in his chest; everytime he heard Marth crying after yet another nightmare.

He couldn't stand it anymore.

He turned forcefully to face Chrom, and stared at him with the most distressed eyes the Exalt had ever seen on him.

"Why?!" With his lips trembling and his eyes so full of tears everything was a bit blurry, he was unable to force himself to make more words.

"I love you." Chrom simply said. He stared at Robin, while calmly resting his head on the pillow. His voice was firm, but gentle. His expression was serene, tranquil. He moved a hand and Robin could see a wedding ring resting on his hand.

It really wasn't fair, and Robin needed several seconds to process the situation and calm down enought to talk.

"Then fuck me until we can't move anymore." His voice cracked towards the end, making it seem like he was begging him rather and ordering him.

Robin crashed his lips against Chrom's, desperate for a comfort he had denied himself for too long. Chrom answered inmediately, hugging his back tightly and pinning him on the bed, Robin still grabbing his hair and struggling to mantain their kiss.

How did he love having those muscular yet caring arms softly opening his legs.

Thank you everyone for the comments!

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