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You’re weak. But you’re his, and he’s strong.
Your eyes lock with his again and he says;
“Flake, I love you.”
I know. I’m glad you figured it out.
Your hands treading through his black hair, pulling on the loosening suspenders still attached to his dropped pants, are you happy now? Yes.
You find it pleasant.
A few R+ stories I've written for y'all. This mostly includes Till/Flake (as well as other pairings ofc) and also trans content so if y'all are scared if that this ain't the rodeo for you boy.
And, I swear, my writing language is much more proper than what you're seeing right now. Enjoy.