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He's not sure when it happened, but he's started thinking of this bed as as much theirs as just his. He consciously has that thought and then he realises that it doesn't bother him at all.
...Weird.
Sweaty, still breathing a little hard, he shifts and settles on his side beside Reid, leaning in to brush his hair back from his face and kiss his temple, the edge of his eyebrow and the corner of his mouth before he settles, head against the pillow, sheet tented by spread knees.
"Holy fuck," he murmurs.
...Weird.
Sweaty, still breathing a little hard, he shifts and settles on his side beside Reid, leaning in to brush his hair back from his face and kiss his temple, the edge of his eyebrow and the corner of his mouth before he settles, head against the pillow, sheet tented by spread knees.
"Holy fuck," he murmurs.