[Self-prompted here: >>35309896 and set after an ambiguous meetup between Alban and Regus. I don’t like referring to streaming in fic, so it’s all left vague. Theoretical setting is that Nijisanji is a facility, and Noctyx fuck around ambiguously with each other. Violisko but with suggested Sonnyban. Also on AO3 as "Aid and Abet".]

Alban still hadn’t returned to the shared Nijisanji housing, and since he’d left, here were the things Sonny had done that were completely unrelated to this fact:

  • Shot things, both digitally and at the small range that had been installed for the various miscreants that lived here.
  • Cooked.
  • Photographed the things he’d cooked.
  • Ate the things he cooked.
  • Managed to dodge three separate well-meaning coworkers who had historically somehow managed to read through his blank expressions and would ask questions.
  • Had gone outside and walked like a filthy normie.

Fuck this. Fuck him. ‘Him’ being Sonny, not Alban. Alban was fine, because it just made sense that he’d be out, breaking barriers, making a name for himself. Improving. For all Alban’s self-deprecation, he had been working nonstop and it showed. Sonny had thought he’d also been working hard, but he was hard pressed to demonstrate any results.

Dead weight. Stiff. Intimidating. Unsociable.

Sonny had returned to the building Noctyx shared and didn’t bother turning on the lights as he prowled through the halls. Alban was out, Fulgur was almost certainly asleep at this time of night. Yugo had been loudly drinking with a small crowd at the main building, a welcome cue for Sonny to leave before he was spotted. Uki was probably…

Sonny paused in his steps, thinking for a moment. Whether a consequence of his personality or his powers, Uki was a fleeting presence. He claimed to be boring and predictable in his routine, but Sonny could never be too confident in pinning down his whereabouts. Hopefully his presence was nowhere nearby this time.

Whatever. Sonny wanted to be alone. The more he dwelled, the angrier he got, and he’d spent too long honing his yell in the VSF to unleash it on one of his coworkers. Wouldn’t that be something: Alban returns only to find Sonny getting an official reprimand for lashing out. What would be next, Alban moving into a different building? Alban moving out, leaving Noctyx behind, the strange, fluid relationships they’d shared now dissected and unable to recover?

The thought made Sonny’s stomach twist, which made him angrier yet. It was stupid to think that little of Alban’s friendship with the others that had all been yanked out of their time to the distant past, but that was the problem: Sonny was clearly an idiot. And nothing he was doing was changing that.

Sonny continued to roam through the dark halls, avoiding his room because that would be his final stop and Sonny wasn’t ready to stop moving. Turning the opposite direction from his room, he opted to knock open a set of doors that led out onto a balcony. With a deep breath of cold air, he looked up at the overcast sky, waiting for some kind of revelation from the stars…or whatever. Of course it was fucking cloudy.

Someone delicately cleared their throat nearby and it was only Sonny’s entire career in the VSF that prevented him from jumping. He glanced to the right where Uki was sitting in a wicker chair, curled up with a blanket and a steaming mug in hand. Of course Uki was here. Of course he looked perfectly content, not worried about Alban, not wrestling with self doubt. A muscle in Sonny’s jaw twitched and he said nothing, which was still apparently something because Uki’s eyebrows went up, mug paused halfway to his lips.

“Can I help you?” Uki asked after a moment, and Sonny couldn’t tell if he was being sincere or not, and his irritation grew. It would very much be like Uki to politely hint for Sonny to fuck off.

“Yeah,” Sonny said after a moment. “You can.” He wasn’t going to fuck off; he had just as much right to be here, even if he was in a mood. The silence stretched and Uki took a sip.

“Okay. How?” The irritation left Sonny in a rush and he grimaced. Had he been trying to pick a fight with Uki, of all people? He somehow felt a distant secondhand embarrassment on Uki’s behalf, wondering what he looked like: petty? Pathetic?

A pressure against his mouth stirred him out of introspection: a mug of tea was hovering right in front of his face, a faint purple glow giving away exactly how this came to be. “Take a sip,” Uki said easily enough. “It’s chamomile, it won’t keep you up.”

“I only drink green tea,” Sonny answered automatically. “Uh, thanks though.” He nudged the mug away with a finger but it swerved back towards his mouth.

“Just give it a try,” Uki sighed. “It couldn’t possibly make you feel worse, could it?”

Sonny scowled. He appreciated having this newfound family more than he could ever put into words, but he wasn’t always a fan of so many people apparently being able to read him like a book. Still, he took a sip and blinked; the chamomile was absolutely not a winner, but that wasn’t what had piqued his attention. Looking closer, he saw a faint gleam of what must have been something originally on Uki’s lips until it transferred to the mug. Gloss? Balm? It smelled faintly of berries.

A glance over at Uki didn’t provide any answers; it was too dark to see if there was something on his lips. Sonny left the mug hanging in the air and strode over to Uki, leaning over to take a closer look. Gloss, maybe. It wasn’t overly shiny.

“Can I help you?” Uki repeated his question from earlier, but slower, more quietly. His voice was low. Sonny felt another flash of heat run through him, but this time it wasn’t anger.

In fact, it was the first time he’d felt something other than anger or self-loathing since Alban had left earlier in the day, the retired thief nervous as he ran through his meeting prep. He’d been so focused he barely waved as he rushed out of their shared home.

Sonny swallowed thickly. “Yeah,” he said once more before tipping forwards and smashing his mouth to Uki’s. To Uki’s credit, he only let out a single surprised ‘mmph!’ before relaxing backwards into his chair, letting Sonny press in as close as he desired. And what he desired wasn’t anything as delicate as chamomile and gloss.

Sonny barely gave Uki a moment to breathe before he was licking into Uki’s mouth, pressing deep and smiling a little when he heard Uki let out a strangled noise. He kept going until Uki shoved at his shoulder, but even when Sonny retreated for a brief moment, he nipped at Uki’s lips too sharply, the motion accompanied by a whine. Sonny wondered if Uki’s lips would bruise just from that, what Alban would think when he saw it later.

“Alright,” Uki said hoarsely, clearing his throat a moment later. “We’re not doing this outside. Help me up.” Uki held out a hand, but Sonny bypassed that entirely, leaning closer and scooping Uki up with an arm behind his waist. “Or that, I guess,” Uki grumbled, though he didn’t push Sonny away despite how he was clinging. “Which room?”

“Mine,” Sonny answered immediately. Uki’s room was full of soft lights, pictures and representations of Noctyx everywhere, soft blankets and piles of pillows and all things gentle and indulgent. The thought made something in him twist and he tipped his head down to scrape his teeth across Uki’s jaw, arm still around Uki’s waist and holding him close. Uki made a face and huffed, but he didn’t pull away either. Sonny nipped again and almost smiled at the sound Uki made, pained and a little annoyed.

Good people probably didn’t enjoy things like this, but it was better than the alternatives and Sonny was already leaning in again when he felt fingers clasp his chin.

“Room,” Uki ordered before dropping his hand and intertwining it with one of Sonny’s. “Or not at all.”

Wordlessly and without warning, Sonny dragged Uki to his room knowing that the force was unnecessary, but walking a little too quickly and throwing Uki off pace sated a part of Sonny in a way he didn’t particularly want to acknowledge.

Once in his room, he didn’t even bother with lights before he kicked the door shut behind them, a sense of urgency pushing him forwards. And then he was on Uki, mouthing at his neck as his hands slipped underneath Uki’s sweater, rushing to get him disrobed.

One of Uki’s hands settled on the back of Sonny’s head, but that was gentle and kind, not something Sonny thought appropriate given the way he’d just bitten at the pulse in Uki’s neck. He pulled away and focused instead on yanking Uki’s sweater off, tossing it off somewhere despite Uki’s yelp of protest. Sonny still didn’t pause, running his palms down Uki’s now bare sides and hips, thumbs catching the waistband of Uki’s leggings with obvious intent.

“Sonny?” He looked up, surprised by the relief he felt when he realized Uki didn’t sound scared or hesitant. “What are we doing?” It wasn’t accusatory; just a steady request for clarification. Fondness briefly swept through Sonny; Uki was a paradox, soft and quiet but more stable than the rest of them, a counterweight to Sonny’s rattling emotions.

“I want to-” Sonny started, but cut himself off, not quite sure what he wanted. Not sure if he wanted to say it out loud. “Can you just…tell me to stop? If it’s too much?”

Uki’s eyebrows shot up again and he took his time to respond, even as Sonny’s itching need to take grew. “Okay,” he finally answered. “You too.”

Sonny snorted, not at Uki extending the consent, but at the idea that Uki could be ‘too much’ for Sonny at the present moment. Still, Uki reached up to flick Sonny in the forehead in reprimand, but Sonny barely noticed the sting. Instead, he turned to catch Uki’s finger with his teeth, and he wasn’t particularly kind about it either.

Uki’s wince was a good cue for Sonny to shove Uki’s leggings and briefs down all at once. Uki didn’t resist, only taking a step back to pull them off all the way, leaving himself completely naked. Even in the dim light, the contrast was stark: Sonny hadn’t even removed his boots yet.

Sonny nodded once, his pulse starting to pick up as he looked Uki over. Uki was always so soft, pale skin waxed and moisturized all over, ready to be marked up. Maybe Sonny should have turned on the lights just to see this part better, but it was too late to tear himself away. He stepped forward, crowding Uki and pushing him back until his knees hit the bed. Uki toppled onto the bed and Sonny still loomed.

“Such a rush earlier, now you’re just going to look?” Uki said after a moment, twisting around to fumble with Sonny’s pillows and his nightstand beside the bed. There had been a flash of a bitten-back smile on Ukis’s face as he sank back onto the bed once more, and this stoked Sonny as much as it soothed him; Uki wasn’t asking why Sonny was acting this way, and he wasn’t remotely intimidated by Sonny’s unusual behaviour. It was permission that Sonny finally accepted.

Dam breaking, Sonny dove in. Crawling over Uki, caging him in with Sonny’s long limbs, he resumed the heated kiss from earlier. Groaning as Uki let him in, the languid slide of their tongues left Sonny’s head spinning.

He ground his hips down, forgetting that he was still in his jeans until Uki let out a pained whimper - so Sonny did it again, and again, reveling in how Uki twitched and hardened in spite of the rough fabric against his bare cock. The next time Sonny ground against Uki, he didn’t let up, rubbing slowly until he hardened as well, the pleasure muted by the fabric between them.

“Sonny,” Uki gasped into his mouth. “That’s-”

“You want me to stop?” Sonny breathed, pulling away to kiss down Uki’s jaw and neck. He ground down once more, Uki letting out a strangled noise.

“No. Just - ah, fuck - you could use my mouth instead.” Heat surged through Sonny and he was moving before he could even get words out.

“Yeah,” he agreed as he sat back on his knees, straddling Uki. “Yeah.” He fumbled with his fly, hands shaking - why? He didn’t have time to dwell, Uki’s hands taking over in deftly unzipping his black jeans, reaching in to pull out Sonny’s length with a smooth stroke that had Sonny’s breath shuddering.

But the gentle touch wasn’t what Sonny wanted. He knocked Uki’s hands away and shuffled up the bed, Uki’s hands instinctively curling behind Sonny’s thighs as Sonny leaned over Uki’s head, one hand resting against the wall.

“Uki,” Sonny groaned, pressing his thumb into a reddened spot of Uki’s lip where he’d bitten especially hard. It must have hurt. Uki’s mouth opened and his tongue darted out, licking up the side of Sonny’s thumb. “Fuck.”

He pulled his hand away to grasp the base of his cock as he pushed it into Uki’s open mouth, sighing at the slide of his head against Uki’s tongue. Uki closed his lips around Sonny’s length, tongue sliding as he sucked.

“Fuck!” Sonny thrust into that heat without thinking, but didn’t regret it; Uki choked a little but when Sonny didn’t relent, he managed to swallow Sonny down after a few tense moments. “Hah, ah, goddamn.” The fluttering contractions around his length wiped every thought in Sonny’s head, leaving behind the desperate need for more.

Sonny dragged a hand through Uki’s hair and gripped tight as he started to thrust, giving Uki no time to adjust. For a few minutes Sonny was lost in the sensation, watching as Uki’s eyes watered and spit trailed messily down his chin every time he choked and struggled to take Sonny all the way in. It was only when Sonny’s pace stuttered that he realized he risked coming, and he didn’t want that - at least not this time.

He pulled entirely out of Uki’s mouth, gritting his teeth at the loss of sensation, but distracted himself by wiping a skein of drool off Uki’s swollen lower lip. “I want to fuck you,” he rasped.

Uki’s eyes slowly rolled up to meet his, watery and a little dazed. For a moment Sonny wondered if Uki was going to say no, but then the psychic brought a hand up to wipe off his chin and he nodded. “I’d like that.” He pushed at Sonny’s legs, directing him to move back. “Clothes off.” When Sonny narrowed his eyes at the command, Uki only rolled his eyes in return. “You want your dick getting pinched by a zipper? I don’t.”

The raspiness from having his throat fucked detracted enough from Uki’s imperious tone, and with a huff Sonny retreated out of arm’s reach to impatiently tear off his own clothing, tossing it aside. Kicking his boots off resulted in a loud thump on the far wall, and in the brief silence Sonny realized how hard he was breathing.

Idiot. With a faint growl of frustration, Sonny swung himself onto the bed, jostling Uki as he moved the psychic’s delicate frame about. Large hands slid behind Uki’s knees to shove them up until Uki was practically bent in half, his hips tilted up and hole exposed, and Sonny was quick to sidle up close, eyes honed in on the sight before him.

“Wait, babe,” Uki panted, hands scrambling in the bedding. Sonny grit his teeth, squeezing Uki’s legs and pressing him further into the bed, tempted to pin Uki’s arms with his own legs to prevent further delays. But then Uki fumbled his arms between them both and surprised Sonny by stroking his hand up and down his length, slick with lube. Right. Fuck.

Coming back to himself for a moment, Sonny met Uki’s eyes. But as he did, Uki let go and slid his hand down between his own legs, spreading the remainder of the lube over his hole.

“It’s fine,” Uki murmured, answering a question Sonny hadn’t yet voiced with the way heat was thrumming throughout his body, dick achingly hard and ears loud with his own pulse. “I can do it like this.”

Maybe on another day, Sonny would have double checked, but now he just wanted to see if Uki was telling the truth, or if Sonny would prove to truly be too much. “Good,” he answered instead, shifting to hook Uki’s legs over his shoulders.

“I wonder if you’re going to cry,” Sonny murmured as he reached down, rubbing his cockhead against Uki’s hole, now slick - but not stretched. He glanced up again, taking in the flush visible even in the darkness, Uki’s eyes gleaming.

“Is that what you want?”

Sonny didn’t answer.

With the first press he wasn’t surprised at the resistance. There was a pause as Uki sucked in a deep breath and let it out shakily. Sonny took that as his cue and rocked his hips forward. It seemed like nothing was going to give, both of them tense with anticipation. Then Uki gasped and Sonny followed with a hiss of his own as the tight ring of muscles just barely gave way, but he didn’t pause to let Uki adjust, sliding in steadily even as Uki started to whimper. The legs on Sonny’s shoulders trembled and jolted.

But Uki didn’t tell Sonny to stop, so Sonny rocked forward again, snapping in all the way to the hilt as Uki’s voice cracked around a yelp.

“That hurt?” Sonny stilled, breathing hard with his hips flush to Uki’s rear.

“Yeah.” Uki wasn’t crying, but his eyes were squeezed tightly shut, brow furrowed in a deep wince.

“Good.” No warning was given before Sonny slid almost all the way out of Uki and then snapped right back in, the lube barely easing the tight stretch. Uki wailed. The sound sent a shiver up Sonny’s back, his cock twitching as heat coiled tighter in his groin. There was no room for anything in his head except the heat between them, the rush of pleasure and power leaving nothing in its wake except the instinct to seek more.

“Jesus, fuck,” Sonny hissed through gritted teeth, rolling his hips again. Uki let out sounds like he was falling apart, and the only mercy Sonny offered was to catch one of Uki’s hands and hold it tight in his own.

He didn’t wait for Uki to adjust before setting a rough pace. Every thrust was punctuated with the sound of skin against skin, Sonny’s hips driving into Uki with enough force that there’d almost certainly be bruising. Uki’s whole body was trembling against Sonny’s, his eyes squeezed shut and mouth hanging open as he let out a stream of noises that only egged Sonny on harder.

“Uki,” he groaned, shoving in tight and circling his hips. “Want me to stop?” He slid out and slammed in, changing his angle, grinning when Uki’s back arched with a wail.

“N-no,” Uki choked out a minute later, opening his eyes to meet Sonny’s. The look wiped the smirk off Sonny’s face. For all the sweat, shaking, the sounds, Uki’s eyes were as clear as ever, steady and unafraid. Sonny’s jaw clenched and he resumed his brutal pace until Uki had to squeeze his eyes shut once more.

It was better that way. With a shuddering breath, Sonny bent Uki to his limit so that he could lick into Uki’s mouth carelessly, bite at his jaw and neck and shoulders and whatever he could reach. He lost himself like that: flesh giving way to his teeth, Uki’s body pinned in every way possible by his own, feral noises, a feverish heat leaving him dizzy.

As Sonny felt himself getting closer, he looked up at Uki once more and even through the haze noted that Uki wasn’t yet crying. His eyes were damp, but that was it, and…Sonny wanted to break Uki, break something. Uki, with his tea and blankets and unflappable confidence. Uki, unafraid, watching Sonny like he knew him.

Sonny sat up and picked up the pace, haze giving way to sudden focus as he took in everything before him. Uki, having gone soft when Sonny first entered him, had stiffened up once more at some point and it was clear his cock had been dribbling precome onto his smooth stomach for a while. They were both close. But if Uki finished, it’d all be over as is. Uki still whole, unshaken.

Sonny suddenly let go of Uki’s hands and reached down, palming once at Uki’s cock. The psychic let out a pretty sound, but it wasn’t going to last: Sonny circled his fingers around the base of Uki’s length and squeezed, the heel of his palm pressing down on his sac.

“Wha-” Uki choked out, but Sonny resumed thrusting sharp and quick, chasing his own pleasure exclusively. His other arm snaked around one of Uki’s legs, using it as leverage to snap in harder, twisting his head to bite at the soft skin of Uki’s thigh.

His orgasm took him by surprise, but with a rumbling groan he shuddered, grinding in deep as he spilled inside Uki. Uki’s cock twitched, but Sonny only squeezed harder, refusing Uki the pleasure of coming at the same time.

Hand locked in place, Sonny softened and slipped out of Uki. He took his time watching the spill of come that followed with steady eyes. Uki’s rim twitched, an angry shade of pink that suggested Uki would probably be in bed most of the next day.

“Sonny?” Uki breathed, gasping as Sonny let Uki’s legs slip from his shoulders to rest back on the bed while Sonny caught his breath slowly. All of his body was easing into a relaxed state except for the hand effectively caging in Uki’s straining erection.

“I can’t let you off that easy.” He wasn’t teasing in the slightest. The thought of finishing like this was unbearable.

“Fuck,” Uki muttered, throwing an arm over his eyes even as he trembled. Sonny was physically at ease but there was still a burning desire for something worse. More dangerous.

He was glad Uki had covered his eyes, because it meant he was utterly unprepared to feel Sonny suck his dick down. If Sonny hadn’t been squeezing the base tight, it might’ve been enough to push Uki right over the edge. Sonny felt hands weakly grasp at his hair but it was easy to ignore as he started bobbing his head, cheeks hollowing.

“Sonny, Sonny, what, ah, what the fuck?” Uki’s knees curled up as he shuddered, thighs convulsing around Sonny’s head, but answering would require stopping and he wasn’t going to stop until he got what he wanted.

And he wasn’t trying to draw it out either. There was no finesse: just messy, wet noises, sucking hard and bobbing rapidly. Sonny was certain Uki would have come several times over if he’d been able to, but Sonny held tight as Uki’s sounds got increasingly desperate.

Uki’s face was twisted into a silent howl, eyes squeezed shut and damp, but it still wasn’t enough. Sonny growled and slipped his other hand low between Uki’s legs. Two fingers slipped inside Uki with ease, come slicking the way and Uki loose from being so brutally railed, but the way Uki cried out, he must have still been sensitive.

“I don’t-” Uki whimpered, “I don’t know - what-”

Answering would force Sonny to pull off Uki’s dick, and he didn’t want to lose this momentum. Instead he carefully wriggled his fingers, rubbing until he found it, swollen and sensitive. When he pressed the pads of his fingers against Uki’s prostate and sucked Uki down to the root, the scream Uki let out was almost enough to make Sonny hard again.

“Please, Sonny, please,” Uki begged in a wobbly voice, his nails scraping against Sonny’s scalp. Sonny ignored it, grip still tight as he tongued at Uki’s slit and circled his prostate unrelentingly. Uki’s balls drew up tight under Sonny’s hand, whole body twitching, but Sonny didn’t taste come as he sucked and swallowed.

“So- Sonny, ah, Sonny,” There was a shift in Uki’s voice unlike anything Sonny had heard from him before, and he had to look up. The sight before him drew out a rattling groan from Sonny: Uki’s chest was shaking as he sobbed, tears streaming down his temples as he tossed his head back. Sonny let Uki’s cock slip out of his mouth, much to the psychic’s dismay.

“Look at me,” Sonny rasped out. Uki tilted his head up to meet Sonny’s eyes with a glare, sniffling. “Don’t look away.”

Holding Uki’s gaze, Sonny lowered his head once more to suck Uki down, still milking his prostate. Even as Uki sobbed, he didn’t look away. Sonny kept going, taking his fill of the sight of Uki breaking down, falling apart. It left him bright, full, empty, untethered.

With a hum, he finally let go of the base of Uki’s dick and it didn’t take more than a few seconds before Uki was coming in Sonny’s mouth, back arching into a stark curve. Sonny swallowed the bitter taste down lazily, eyes at half mast; he felt a little drunk, his movements loose and slow

As Uki started to soften, Sonny let him slip out of his mouth and pulled his hand out of him at the same time. Uki barely reacted, eyes closed and chest still heaving, body occasionally twitching with the aftershocks. Sonny sat back on his heels, looking at Uki with unfocused eyes. He wasn’t sure how long passed, but he was drawn out of his stupor by Uki weakly slapping at Sonny’s leg.

“Don’t you dare just leave me here like this,” he mumbled, eyes still closed. Sonny blinked slowly. He hadn’t been thinking of anything, period, let alone planning a course of action. Uki cracked one eye open and must have been able to sense some of that because he sighed. “Help me to the bathroom. We’re a fucking mess.”

While Sonny’s legs were a little wobbly, it was nothing compared to what Uki was dealing with, so he scooped the psychic up easily enough and carried him to the bathroom, setting him on the toilet while Sonny got the shower going. Uki instructed him every step of the way, grumbling about Sonny not having conditioner or shower gel. At least Sonny still had the facewash Uki had gifted a while back.

Sonny cleaned them both up in a daze, running soapy hands over bruising bite marks he didn’t entirely remember leaving all over Uki. He was especially careful washing between Uki’s legs, but even still, Uki hissed quietly, hands digging into Sonny’s shoulders. An hour ago, Sonny would have been thrilled by this, but now he just listened carefully for cues that he was being too rough.

It all passed in a fog, Sonny not really feeling or thinking - maybe a little numb. He wrapped Uki in a towel and carried him back to the bed, grateful they’d fucked on top of the covers. It meant Sonny could just yank the top layer off to give them somewhere clean to sleep. He helped Uki get settled on his side and prepared to slide in behind him, but Uki shook his head.

“I don’t want you anywhere near my ass for the near future. C’mere.” Uki patted the space in front of him and Sonny didn’t have the brainpower to question it, lying on his side as Uki wriggled up behind him.

Even in the haze, however, it occurred to Sonny that he’d never had someone spoon him from behind. Uki’s hands slid around his waist, and Sonny felt more than heard Uki hum as he settled against Sonny’s back. Sonny’s rear settled against the seat of Uki’s hips, and perhaps he should have felt more surprised by the unfamiliar soft pressure, but it was mostly just a comforting weight.

Later, he could puzzle over the fact that Uki was somehow taking care of Sonny after all that had happened, but for now Sonny rested his hands over Uki’s, holding him in place as he quickly fell into a deep sleep without any anger, self loathing, worry: without any feeling at all.

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Sonny woke up slowly and easily, laying on his back as he stretched his arms above his head with a groan, eyes still closed. It took him a moment to place himself, to recall the last twenty-four hours. It came in flashes like a drunken night and Sonny groaned, wanting to stay in bed rather than deal with the fallout.

It took him far too long to realize that he had no choice but to stay in bed: there was a weight pinning him down over top of the blankets that covered Sonny up to his waist. Brow furrowing, he fought to open his eyes against the bright sunlight filtering into his room; he’d slept in late, evidently.

Despite the blinking and blurry vision, there was no delay in recognition when the figure straddling his hips came into view. And he had no fucking idea what to make of this.

“Anything you want to tell me about?” Alban asked with a neutral expression, head tilted to the side. Sonny let his head drop back on his pillow with a groan. Fuck.

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Pub: 18 Oct 2022 13:23 UTC

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