[ It prompts a very tiny smug look from the erstwhile Professor, who does afford him a break at last. Slowing to a stop and pressing a kiss to his chest. ]
Ahh, does that mean I win our little wager then?
[ As if there is anything at stake here, bit he does love to tease. He smooths his palms mercifully over the man, sighing contentedly. ]
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Ahh, does that mean I win our little wager then?
[ As if there is anything at stake here, bit he does love to tease. He smooths his palms mercifully over the man, sighing contentedly. ]
Want to stop? I can make some tea.