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”I’ll tell our brothers that you’re a sex addict,” Samael grumbles into his ear, and he doesn’t even care with his arms wrapped around Samael’s waist and his tears probably staining Samael’s shirt into an almost ruined state, “I will.”
He murmurs a faint noise of assent, too busy clinging to manage much else. Being a sex addict doesn’t sound so bad at the moment.
“And you’ll be in eternal pain,” Samael insists, stroking a entirely soothing line up and down his back, “eternal pain until the day you die if you tell anybody about this.”
He murmurs another faint noise of assent, a very faint noise by now. Since his eyes have no more tears to give and Samael’s chest is starting to become… Oddly comfy (which doesn’t even sound bad, at the moment.)
“Which will be soon,” Samael continues, still stroking, “very soon. Believe me, sweetheart, I will-“
Not be heard. Not tonight, at any rate.
For Raphael has happily fallen asleep on Samael’s chest. And isn’t conscious enough to do anything more than sigh in his sleep and wriggle up into the innocent kiss pressed against his forehead.
He murmurs a faint noise of assent, too busy clinging to manage much else. Being a sex addict doesn’t sound so bad at the moment.
“And you’ll be in eternal pain,” Samael insists, stroking a entirely soothing line up and down his back, “eternal pain until the day you die if you tell anybody about this.”
He murmurs another faint noise of assent, a very faint noise by now. Since his eyes have no more tears to give and Samael’s chest is starting to become… Oddly comfy (which doesn’t even sound bad, at the moment.)
“Which will be soon,” Samael continues, still stroking, “very soon. Believe me, sweetheart, I will-“
Not be heard. Not tonight, at any rate.
For Raphael has happily fallen asleep on Samael’s chest. And isn’t conscious enough to do anything more than sigh in his sleep and wriggle up into the innocent kiss pressed against his forehead.