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 Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2025 6:56 pm
Falling on top of Eles, Malory was very keenly reminded that his ribs hadn’t fully healed yet. Even so, he was laughing into the groaning pain of it. “Or here, we can stay here. Make me into a walking bruise and watch the matching sunrise together.”
Straddling the other boy’s waist he bent down for an effusive, greedy kiss, and this time he didn’t miss. The grass really lent something to things though. Namely, grass.
“Amazing,” he said, spitting it out. “Fantastic.”
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2025 6:56 pm
With an acknowledging grunt, Eles fumbled around blind until he smacked what he thought was Malory's a**. The slow glow of pain began to warm to him and Eles assumed that the grass was as good a place as any for a nap. Unless he was lying directly over a pile of dog s**t.
The kiss roused him to laughter for its ridiculousness, even when he sought to match the boy in fervor. Though, really, they'd both be spitting lawn clippings until they brushed their teeth a few times.
"Tastes like Lipton," he half-complained, though he didn't remember ever having Lipton tea before.
For now, however, he slumped back down into the soft grass with a heaved sigh, half-marveling at whether grass worked better as a euphemism or in a most literal telling before he decided that was altogether Malory's responsibility. Particularly since the boy was using him for a body pillow.
"I close my eyes and all the world drops dead," he muttered. "However that went." Shutting his eyes, he added, "We can take a flea dip in the morning."
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