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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 across his skin is not an unfamiliar one, belobog's chill chased away in the absence of a body pressed to his own. the conman stirs with little reticence, the sinuous lines of a strong frame stretching beneath blankets and unto the body laid behind him. surprised, he finds himself, in the aftermath of blade's voracity, to find him still here in the early morning hour, when the sunlight leeks through the snow crusted windows and chases him closer to the elder's lean frame.
coquettish lashes flutter upon the broad expanse of his cheekbones, and sampo yawns, stretching even further. he is not unlike a large cat - body drawn close to the heat available to him, and his kiss bitten lips parting with a quiet yet supplicant yawn. pleasant aches lance across his muscles, skin growing taught beneath familiar and unfamiliar bruises and were the conman not so enamored with them, he might have complained. fortunately, or unfortunately, for blade - sampo was a fan.
slowly, he rolls over - emerald hues peering up at the man occupying his bed with an ephemerally lazy blink. even lazier, is the way sampo tangles their legs together, pressing his chest close, and offers him an arch of a well groomed brow. " surprised you stayed. " comes the honesty from a sleep and... other activities addled voice. " should i be expecting... another round this morning, boss? " his smile - oh so pathetic and innocent, is even more absurd in the aftermath of their tryst. he always did like to push his luck - even with blade.
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