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Who Loves You (Three Sentence Fics)

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This was wrong, this was all wrong. Whenever Bob peered around the corner, he saw people idly chatting and dancing with drinks in their hands, but when he looked down, he saw bright blue eyes staring up at him, pupils blown wide, lips pressing again, and again against his stomach, slender fingers working desperately at his belt. "Nicky," he threw his head back and damn near moaned as the clang of the belt hitting the tiled floor echoed through the hallway, "Please."