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The night seemed to drag on forever. It was that awkward time where it was technically morning, but still too early for the sun to wake. Nobody in their right mind was awake at this time. Luckily, for those crazy enough to be up to greet the sun, Beacon Hills still had a 24-hour diner. The only light around for miles was the Auntie B’s neon sign and lights streaming out of the long strip of windows that wrapped around the old diner.

Braving the cool Northern California night air, a dark figure leapt down from the cab of an 18-wheeler. The driver landed elegantly and quietly, which was more than could be said for the closing of the cab door.

The proximity to the preserve made the restaurant somewhat secluded on a back road. Although it ultimately fed into the nearest highway, it was not the time for traffic except from other random truckers. And the emptiness of the parking lot only further proved that.

Derek entered the diner with a jingle of the bell on the door. The restaurant was a virtual Ghost Town. The only indication that it wasn't closed were all the lights on and the young man sitting at the bar, reading the newspaper. He looked up from the paper a moment after Derek stepped in. The pleasant expression on his face faltered as he gave Derek a thorough once over. The werewolf didn't miss the alluring scents coming off the employee and fought with a wicked grin as it tried to wrestle its way onto his face.

He certainly didn't miss how cute the diner employee was. Usually he was not so concerned with frivolous things like looks. But there was something about this particular guy.

“Oh. Umm, hi. Welcome!” The brunette offered, nearly falling off the stool as he tried to stand up quickly.

“You are open, right?” Derek mumbled.

The young man scoffed, sarcastically. “What are you talking about? It's so busy in here. Let's see if we can spare a table.”

Derek snickered to himself. “You working alone tonight?”

The server got up and grabbed a menu for him. “Yep. Just me alone with my thoughts. Simultaneously peaceful and dangerous.”

That sounded familiar.

“Same here.” Derek agreed.

He didn't know why he was divulging personal information to this young man voluntarily. But he just felt comfortable with him.

“Table or counter?”

Derek shrugged. “Table, I guess.”

Slipping into a nearby booth, the werewolf sat back with a relieved sigh as the server placed a menu down in the table.

“My name is Stiles, by the way.”

“Derek.” The truck driver added awkwardly.

The server didn't seem to find it odd, soothing Derek's nerves, as he kept talking. “Just yell if you need anything. Like literally yell, it's not like you'd be disturbing anyone. And you won't bother me, sometimes I get a little stuck in my thoughts, so I need a little jolt. Oh, yea, what can I get you to drink?”

Derek watched him fondly. A small smile on his lips. The young man, Stiles, was fascinating and adorable and kind of smoking hot, in a weird way, all at once. He had to hold his wolf back from reaching out and touching the server. Because that would just be awkward and inappropriate. The wolf didn't really have a concept of personal space and consent.

“I'll take a coffee and a water.”

“Coming right up!”

Stiles definitely had way more energy than anyone should logically have at 4 o’clock in the morning. But that just made Derek smile even more.

“Hey, you like Alternative music or are you more of a classic rock guy?” Stiles shouted from behind the counter, preparing Derek's drinks. “I figured since you're the only customer, you should have control over the radio.”

Derek glanced over at his server. “I'm good with either. As long as it's not this.”

Whatever junk was playing on the overhead speakers was definitely not music. It must have been some “soft rock” station. Derek didn't pay it any mind until his attention was brought to it. He was too distracted by the first enjoyable human contact he's had in days, maybe weeks. At least since he's seen Laura. It feels like it's been a long time since he left their cozy farmhouse in the New York countryside. Laura had her mate Brandon to keep her company, which made it easier for Derek to take up truck driving. It allowed him to travel and clear his mind. It taught him to enjoy his own company again. He couldn't remember the last time he didn't actually hate himself. It felt like he might be on the upswing now. Driving cross country really put things into perspective for him.

Stiles snorted. “I hear ya, dude. I've gotten pretty good at tuning it out. But now you've given me an excuse to change it. We're all about pleasing the customer.”

The young man winked as he headed back to the table with the drinks. He set down the glass of water and upturned the cup on its saucer, already on the table, before pouring the coffee from the decanter in his hand, then leaving the rest on the table.

Derek continued to watch him with interest.

“There's cream and sugar over there.” Stiles pointed to the other end of the table.

Derek shook his head. “I drink it black. But thanks.”

Stiles stood up straight and gaped at him. “A man after my own heart.”

The werewolf smiled up at the younger man. Stiles just stared at him, almost mesmerized.
“Oh my god, you have bunny teeth.” Stiles snapped out of his trance when Derek closed his mouth self-consciously. “I'm sorry. That's just really freaking adorable. Don't mind me, I have no filter sometimes.”

Derek cleared his throat. “What do you recommend?” He offered the menu to the young man.

“I make some killer pancakes.” Stiles beamed. “You're not a vegan, are you?”

Derek snorted. “Never.”

“Good! I'll hook you up then.” Stiles smirked playfully.

Derek definitely wanted a hook up as he watched that tight ass walk away. But he'll settle with the food for now.

He forced himself to look away as Stiles danced to the current song. The swaying hips and pelvic thrusts went straight to his groin. A guttural growl threatened to rip past his mouth. Luckily, the young man walked back into the kitchen. The only thing he could see was his smiley face. Which only slightly improved his current situation. He scowled into his coffee, and drew his claws back as he reached for the fragile porcelain dish.

The separation helped Derek pull his wolf back enough to hold a normal human conversation again once the server returned with his food.

“What is all this?”

Derek eyeballed the tray full of food. Stiles laid out, not only pancakes, but eggs, hash browns, and bacon.

“I figured with the shape you're in, you probably eat more than the average bear.” Stiles waggled his eyebrows. “You need the extra calories when you work out like that. Besides, whatever you don't eat, I could swipe it later.”

Derek grinned at the young man's hospitality and was greeted with the intoxicating scent of arousal coming off of him. It was obvious Stiles was a provider type, who enjoyed giving of themselves and their talents to please others. Derek held out a hand in front of him, offering the opposite booth seat to the server.

“You don't mind?”

“No.” Derek said simply.

“Cool.” Stiles replied, slipping into the seat. “That'll save me from him hovering awkwardly.”

Derek chuckled as he collected his silverware and debated where to dig in first. He pulled the syrup carafe over and dumped a liberal amount over his mound of pancakes.

“So, where are you from, if you don't mind my asking?”

Stiles upturned the cup on the saucer in front of him and helped himself to the personal decanter of coffee.

“I'm from here.” He replied, before shoving a forkful of pancakes into his mouth.

“Beacon Hills? That's cool. Me too. I guess that's why you're here. I just thought you were on your way through like everyone else.”

Derek swallowed. “No. Dropped my cargo off. I'm in between jobs right now. Waiting for instructions.”

“What would you do in the meantime?”

Derek chewed thoughtfully on a strip of bacon. He noticed Stiles try to sneak his own piece. He playfully snapped his teeth at the younger man before gladly offering him one.

“Sleep. Shower. Go see my uncle.”

“Still have family here. That's nice.”

“He's… in a long term care home.”

Derek couldn't understand why he was so forthcoming with Stiles. He doesn't even remember the last time he talked to Laura this much. Stiles face turned serious after shoving the bacon in his mouth.

“I'm sorry. Is he ok?” Stiles tried to be sympathetic around a mouthful of food.

“You didn't know. He's catatonic. Has been for years. We'll just have to see if he'll come out of it on his own.”

“Yikes.” Stiles took a sip of his coffee. “So, do you still live here? I don't remember seeing you before.”

This started to feel suspiciously like a date. Derek didn't mind though. And gauging by the cute little smiles and questions Stiles kept giving him, he didn't mind either.

“I have a place here. But I live in New York with my sister, in the country, not the city.”

Stiles nodded thoughtfully.

“You just stop here to see him then? That's sweet. You hear horror stories about people being dumped in homes. It's so sad.”

“Family means everything to me.” Derek choked out. He quickly sipped his water to cover the emotion in his voice.

“I'm the same way.” Stiles agreed.

The two men sat in silence for a moment. Stiles sipping his coffee and Derek eating his virtual buffet of food. It was a nice, comfortable silence. Those weren't very easy to come by when it came to Derek and socializing. He took this in with a deep contented breath.

“You keep asking me questions. What about you?” Derek countered.

Stiles chewed his bottom lip and glanced out the large window.

“Taking a gap year to get my head sorted out. Figure out what I want to do.”

“What are you interested in?”

“I'm currently leaning toward Criminal Justice. I'm just afraid that I would get stuck here and end up a deputy. Which is fine, it's a noble profession but I want to do even more. Something to do with research.”

“You could combine all that and be a detective, FBI. Something like that. Or even Forensics if you're into that.”

“I think I'm just afraid I'll end up living my dad's life. I love him but I don't want to be him.”

“Is he a deputy?” Derek asked.

“He's the Sheriff.” Stiles grinned, with a fond gleam in his eye.

“Oh. I guess I'd better be careful then.” Derek smirked devilishly.

“Not too careful, hopefully.” Stiles winked behind his coffee cup.

Derek cleared his throat, keeping his wolf in check.

“So, you seem to have a good grasp on what you want. What's stopping you?”

Stiles exhaled deeply as he set the cup down on the saucer.

“Myself. The shit in my head. ADD. Depression. Anxiety. I just needed some time to get myself together. It's been a crazy few years.”

“I understand.” Derek admitted, through half a mouth of eggs and hashbrowns. He swallowed before continuing. “That's why I took this job. Travel. Spend time alone. Think. Sort it out.”

“That's a good idea.” Stiles agreed. “It's not that I don't like school. I like learning. I excel at it. I was second in my class.”

Derek hummed into his coffee. “That's impressive.”

“What about you? Did you go to college? What would you do if you weren't driving trucks?”

Derek's eyes became distant as he contemplated the question.

“Yea, I went to college. If I had my choice, I'd probably be a writer, or a translator.”

“What language?”

“Anything. I'm good at languages. I was first in my class.” Derek smirked evilly. He could smell the unique cocktail of envy, arousal, and something else. Something more subtle. He couldn't put his finger on it.

“What about Polish?

“Potrafię mówić po polsku.” Derek replied.

[Translation: I can speak Polish.]

Styles looked impressed but his scent radiated even more arousal. Derek shifted uncomfortably in his seat. The scent alone triggering his own arousal. His wolf delighted in pleasing the young man.

“Damn, what else?”

“Spanish, Latin, Italian, French, Russian, a bit, German, and Irish. Also a bit of Scottish Gaelic because it's similar. Working on Japanese currently.”

Stiles openly gaped at him. “You are wasted as a truck driver. Tell me something sexy in French.”

“Quelque chose de sexy en français.”

“You literally just said what I said but in French.” Stiles called him out.

“Fermez la porte et verrouiller-la.”

“What was that?”

Derek laughed. “Shut the door and lock it.”

“I don't care what you're saying, if you keep talking like that I might take you up on that with a little.... pochyl mnie nad stołem.”

[Translation: bend me over the table]

Derek tried and failed to hide the growl in his chest. Stiles’ eyes flicked down for a moment, as if he could see the wolf in the man.

“I could have been first in my class if it wasn't for Lydia.” Stiles quickly changed the subject. “Used to have the biggest crush on her too. Until I realized I lean more towards guys. But I think it was the competition. I like someone who could keep up with me. Keep me on my toes. And does she ever.”

“Friend or rival?”

“Both.” Stiles chuckled. “Always both.”

Stiles looked over the emptying plates on the table with a pleasant smile.

“Let me get some of these out of your way.”

The young man slid out of his booth seat and stood, collecting plates. As he reached for the last plate, he knocked the water cup over, spilling it on the table and over the side. Quickly, he set the plates down on the end of the table and, leaning over Derek, grabbed some napkins from the holder against the wall.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry…” Stiles muttered as he tried to clean up after himself.

He reached over Derek again and grabbed some more napkins. The older man relished the closeness, and his smell, although soured slightly with apology and self-doubt. Up close, he could see the small beauty marks that dotted along his cheek and jaw. His eyes followed them to see where they went down his neck and wondered where they led to under the collar of his work shirt.

As Stiles started to pull out of Derek's personal space, the wolf grabbed his hand, wiping at the edge of the table. Honey brown eyes flicked up to meet his gaze questioningly. Once their eyes locked however, the hunger in those bright green eyes was unmistakable. Even someone as oblivious as Stiles could be, seemed to know the score. He was so lost in Stiles eyes that he almost didn't realize his grip on the young man's shoulder as well. He was effectively holding the server in place.

When he acknowledged this with a subtle squeeze of the muscle there, Stiles shook out of whatever trance he was in and lunged forward. Derek steadied him with strong hands on the back of his neck and his side as their lips met. Stiles moved closer, his knees settling on the booth seat to bring them closer together. The young man's hands in his dark hair as their mouths worked. Derek felt an eager tongue swipe his bottom lip, and moaned into the kiss as his mouth opened. As their tongues slid together, the wolf libido cranked up another notch. Derek's left hand dropped from the server's side to his thigh and on instinct alone, he pulled Stiles up out of the booth and set him on the countertop between two of the stools.

Stiles pried his mouth away with a delirious laugh. Derek, undeterred, followed those beauty marks with open mouthed kisses from cheek, to jaw, to neck.

“This is like a porno, this doesn't happen in real life.” Stiles teased.

Derek hummed as he bit along his jaw. “Doesn't it?” He mumbled into his skin.

“Maybe to some. But not me.”

With a firm hand on Stiles back, Derek pulled them closer together as their lips met again. This time Stiles could feel the truck driver's erection against his own, and damn, it was a big one.

“If this is a porn, what would happen next?”
Derek asked, continuing to hold Stiles close as the younger man explored his neck with his tongue.

Stiles pulled back to gaze into those green beauties. “You'd probably take your shirt off, because you look better without it than me.”

“Wrong.” Derek growled, rocking his hips into Stiles.

“Oh God! Then you'd bend me over a surface, pull my pants down and prepare to fuck me.”

Derek leaned back just enough to yank his shirt off before pulling Stiles into him again.

Daaaamn!”

Stiles’ eyes surveyed the terrain of Derek's magnificent torso. A little blanket of dark hair across his impeccably toned chest and a trail of hair that ran down the center of rippled abs that led into his jeans. The two patches of hair didn't quite meet in the middle but Stiles was more than happy to bridge the gap with his tongue.

The wolf leveled Stiles with a heated gaze as he slowly undid the buttons on his work shirt. “This isn't a porno. I want to see you.”

Once unbuttoned, Derek slid his hands over Stiles lean, lightly muscled chest and stomach. A growl rumbled in his own chest as he touched him.

Mine. Take. Claim. His wolf barked at him.

Stiles grabbed two handfuls of werewolf ass and moaned at the electricity that jolted through them where their groins met. Derek's mouth latched onto one tempting collarbone, as his fingers teased a beautiful pink nipple. Stiles whimpered and squirmed under him, effectively rutting against him further. Derek growled more audibly as he lashed the nipple with his tongue.

“Wow! We should probably… ya know, somewhere that…. No large wall of windows….” Stiles squeaked out.

Derek glanced behind himself out the diner's window wall, completely forgetting himself.

“Kitchen?” Stiles suggested.

With a simple nod, Derek stepped back and wrapped an arm around Stiles waist to pull him down from the counter. He allowed the young man to lead him back into the kitchen.

Once through the swinging door, Derek gave a cursory look at his surroundings. The stainless steel was everywhere and linoleum floor stained with age. But he was far too distracted by the sight of Stiles bent over a backpack on the floor in the corner.

Derek pulled out his wallet and slid the square metallic condom packet from one fold before slipping the wallet back in his pocket. He approached Stiles, teasing his hand down the curve of that small bubble butt. The young man moaned at the touch.

“Looking for something?” Derek asked, waving the condom in his face.

“Not anymore.”

Stiles stood back up and met green wanton eyes. Without another thought, he flung his arms around Derek's neck and plied his lips with a bruising kiss. The wolf pushed him against a stainless steel workstation. He could see a very thorough sterilization in the surface's future.

Derek pulled back to work at unfastening Stiles khakis. “What about…” Derek mumbled into Stiles neck.

The young reached behind himself, pushing Derek's face away. He plunked a squeeze bottle onto the counter close to them.

“Olive oil is an excellent substitute for a personal lubricant.”

Taking the opportunity of the separation, Stiles went to work undoing Derek's jeans. He pulled jeans and briefs down just enough and knelt down before Derek could have a coherent thought.

“Stiles…” Derek tried. But it was no use. Now that Stiles had dick in hand, he had trouble making words. The young man amused that his long fingers barely met wrapped around the shaft.

“Damn, you are big.”Stiles commented before tentatively slipping him into his mouth.
Derek's hands tangled into brown hair as Stiles slowly sucked on him, easing his mouth over the length to get used to it.

“Stiles.” Derek growled as he hit the back of his throat. He was soaring heavenward at the young man's ministrations. Looking down, he watched himself slide into that tantalizing mouth and it triggered primal urges that he tried to quelch to protect his human.

His human?

He caught sight of Stiles gazing up at him through long lashes. And he hasn't realized he had done anything until Stiles eased off of him with a popping sound and gaped up at him.

“You're a werewolf.”

It wasn't a question. Oh God, he knew.

“How do you…”

Stiles stood up immediately and his eyes flashed a deep, royal purple.

“You have a Spark. That's what I smelled.”

Stiles grabbed the condom Derek still held in his hand and slapped it on the metal counter. “We won't be needing this.” He said with a wicked grin.

“But how do you…”

“This is Beacon Hills. You should understand.”

Derek shrugged. He was right, after all.

Stiles brought him out of his confusion as he continued to undo his own pants. The werewolf slapped his hands away and proceeded to do the work himself. He needed to feel Stiles dick in his hand, in his mouth, all over him. Once he yanked his pants and boxers down to his thighs, Derek marveled at the feel of the young man in his hand. It felt so…. right. So appropriate. Like his penis was made for his hand to hold. It just fit.

His thoughts cut off by Stiles beautiful mewling and a warm slide of lips against his own.

“I need you inside me.” Stiles purred as Derek palmed his cock.

Flipping his brain to autopilot, Derek spun Stiles around and bent him over metal surface. He ripped the unbuttoned work shirt off of Stiles back and out of his way. Tossing it carelessly to the floor. He squeezed those beautiful cheeks and separated them to see the rosy pink hole. He kept himself from leaning down and mouthing the younger man to completion. Neither one of them wanted that right now. They could save that for later.

Later?

Derek shook his head. He's already making plans for someone who he may never see again. A one night stand.

“Please Derek. I need it.” Stiles moaned over his shoulder.

Who was he to deny his mate? He would deal with all of that later.

Derek quickly grabbed the bottle of oil and squeezed some into his fingers. He took his time rubbing around the pretty hole and then eased one finger in. Stiles sighed as the first finger worked all the way in.

He worked diligently to prep him. Three fingers deep, he was pulling beautiful, clipped noises out of Stiles. He had to restrain his wolf from removing his fingers and driving deep into Stiles with one strong shove. He refused to hurt him. But perhaps he was being too cautious, when Stiles turned to look at him over his shoulder.

“I can hear you thinking too much. I'm ok. Please just give it to me already. I want it.”

With his free hand, Derek squeezed some oil into his cock and stroked himself to get it covered. As he lined the head up to the hole, he slowly removed his fingers, using them to help ease his way in. The head entered with little issue. Stiles moaned and the wolf inside preened, wagging his tail. As he slowly started his descent, Stiles gave some resistance.

Derek leaned over the younger man and whispered to him.

“Relax, baby. I'll take care of you. Just let me in.”

“Ok, big bad. Show this little pig what you got.” Stiles grunted as Derek slipped in just a fraction more.

With the little territory Derek claimed, he slowly pushed himself in and out to help ease the tension. Although Stiles didn't act like a virgin, he certainly was delightfully tight. And he had to stop himself from coming too quickly.

Once he was in as far as he would go, he stayed there for a moment reveling in the tight squeeze. “God, you feel so good, baby.”

“Take me to heaven, Sexywolf” Stiles teased.”

The initial slide and push back in was beyond words. But not beyond sound. Stiles unabashed moans mixed with Derek’s growling grunts and it was the best music he ever heard.

Derek bent over Stiles body and began to lick and suck and bite at his neck as he thrust into him with abandon. He could feel his own end impending and the way Stiles was keening, he knew he wouldn't be long either.

“God! Derek, I'm gonna….”

Derek reached under his wonderfully pale body and stroked Stiles to his end. Stiles painted Derek's hand with come as he sang his release. The werewolf howled as Stiles muscles tightened around him and caused him to fill the young man with his own seed.

Collapsing over Stiles prone body, they caught their breath and came back down to Earth. Derek licked the come from his hand, relishing the taste, as they rested against the food prep station. Stiles caught sight of him in his peripheral vision and smiled so wide that he feared his face might crack.

“Amazing.” Stiles panted.

Derek responded by planting little chaste kisses over the back of his neck, across his shoulders, and down his spine before slowly and carefully extracting himself.

Stiles turned toward Derek, wincing at the new ache. A pleasant memory. Derek caged him against the counter, between his hands, as he leaned in and took long drags of his post-coital scent. The werewolf nearly making himself hard again.

“You should, like, never wear clothes. It should be illegal.” Stiles joked. “That's it. I'll just have to go into Criminal justice just so I can make that a law. Derek should never be clothed in Stiles’ presence.”

Derek chuckled as he leaned down and helped Stiles pull up his pants and underwear. He kissed the young man long and deep and they worked together to fasten him up again.

The werewolf picked up the discarded shirt and handed it to Stiles.

He felt Stiles eyes on him as he pulled up his own pants and began to button and zip them.

“So, you want my number?” Stiles asked with a hint of anxiety. “Ya know, lonely on the road and all.”

Derek stood back and gazed at Stiles. A smirk playing at his lips as he pulled his cell from his pocket. He slid the small device into Stiles hand. The young man looked down at it with trepidation.

“What kind of dinosaur is this? What century is this from?”

Derek rolled his eyes. “That's all I need.”

Stiles examined the ancient communication device, flipping the top open and closed with an exaggerated grimace. Before opening it and tapping at the buttons. He pulled his cell phone from his front pocket and handed it to Derek as he pecked away at the aging device.

Derek looked at it skeptically.

“Do you know how to use that, grandpa?” Stiles teased.

The wolf rolled his eyes again before adding his contact information.

Once Stiles finished, he watched Derek.

“The problem with this ancient technology, you'll have to use your imagination.” Stiles voice seemed to wink at him. “With something like mine, you could have a more… visual experience.”

Derek stopped suddenly and glanced up at the younger man.

“Don't get me wrong, the voice is…” Stiles shivered in lieu on an explanation. “But visual evidence, is the cherry on top of the sundae.”

Derek smirked at the younger man as he bit his lip. He passed the smartphone back to him.

“I just… I don't know. I would like this to be more than a one time thing. It was… mind blowing, and I like talking to you. So I guess, yea, I'd definitely want to see you again.”

Derek could feel the anxiety coming off of him as well as smell it.

“Stiles, I did just give you my number.”

Stiles tapped away on his phone and a chime went off in Derek's pocket.

Smiling, Derek pulled the phone out and flipped it open.

Magic Man: In my defense, I warned you that I had no filter.

Derek chucked. “Yes, you did.”

They walked back to the front of the diner. Derek collected his shirt and yanked it over his head as he watched Stiles button his own. He turned back to the mess they left on the table and noticed the first hint of sun coming up, throwing shades of pink into the sky.

Derek twisted around and pulled Stiles over to him. He slung his arm around the young man's shoulders as they pressed together. They both watched silently as the sun slowly rose into the trees, scattering rays of yellow and orange light into the pink sky.

“Not every day you get to see the beauty of the sunrise.” Derek commented.

“True. I work nights but I rarely take the time to actually watch it.” Stiles hummed alongside him.

Derek glanced over at the beautiful young man and placed a sweet kiss on his temple before extricating himself.

“Unfortunately, I have to go. I need to get some sleep before I head back out on the next journey.”

He smelled Stiles scent grow sad. A mixture of salt water, syrup, and melted ice cream.

Derek pulled his wallet out again and slipped a crisp 50 dollar bill out of the fold. He crumpled it into Stiles hand and closed his fingers around it making it into a first. When he moved his hands away, Stiles opened his fist and gasped at the amount.

“No, you can't. It's not even half that.”

Derek put his hands up. “You can't be making that much spending your gap year at a diner. Let someone do something nice for you.”

Stiles huffed but didn't argue.

“I'll talk to you soon, Stiles.”

Derek learned in and slid a tender kiss across Stiles lips before pulling back and making his exit.

As Stiles forlornly watched Derek walk out into the parking lot, he jumped at the sound of a message. Stiles fished his phone out of his pocket.

Sexywolf: I'll let you know when I get my new cell phone ;)

Stiles smirked to himself and first pumped the air.

As he moved to clean up the plates, his phone chimed again.

Sexywolf: I saw that! Good morning, magic man!

Magic Man: It is a good morning, Sexywolf :)

 

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