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Unlocking My Love	By : JadeHeart Category: Gravitation > Yaoi - Male/Male > Yuki/Shuichi Views: 7676 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Unlocking My Love

Author:JadeHeart

Fandom: Gravitation

Warnings: some bad language, graphic sexual acts

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this, apart from Jim Harris and Annette; they belong to the creator of ‘Gravitation’.

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Chapter 28

The drive to Yuki’s apartment didn’t take very long, with traffic light through most of the city at this time of night. Shuichi followed him quietly, neither talking as the lift ascended although Yuki’s thoughts were occupied with pushing Shuichi up against the elevator wall and kissing him senseless. He restrained himself admirably he thought.

He opened the door and waved Shuichi in, reaching around to flick the lights on, before closing the door behind them.

“Make yourself at home,” Yuki said, as he made his way to the kitchen. “Want a drink?”

“Water, please,” Shuichi said, looking around. Yuki wasn’t surprised at this request. Shuichi was probably still trying to re-hydrate after his exertions on stage.

He poured himself his customary drink. Just because Shuichi wasn’t having something alcoholic didn’t mean he had to abstain as well. Picking both drinks up he returned to the sitting room where Shuichi still stood in the middle of the room.

“I told you to make yourself comfortable,” Yuki said, holding Shuichi’s drink out to him.

“I was just looking around, that’s all,” Shuichi defended himself. He walked over to the opposite wall and looked at the paintings hanging there. “Is this really Tohma’s place?”

Yuki nodded. “It is, but he leases it out most of the time I think.” He too looked around at the furnishings and décor. “I don’t think he had much to do with how it looks. He probably paid for someone to do it for him.”

“Must be handy though to have a place over here to come to instead of going to a hotel.”

“Why don’t I buy a place here then? That way either of us could use it if we have to come back. I can’t see this being your last trip to the States, not after tonight’s reception.”

“You seem different tonight,” Shuichi quizzed, looking at Yuki. “Why are you being so nice?”

"What are you talking about? I’m always nice to you.” Yuki replied, taking a long drink from his glass.

“Yeah, right,” Shuichi rolled his eyes, turning his head so the lights in the room caught the glitter still showing through his hair.

“Well, I’m just looking out...” Yuki’s sentence trailed off and Shuichi’s eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“Looking out for what? For me?” His face froze and he stepped back from Yuki. “Ah, so Tohma told you about what happened in the dressing room, did he? Is that what this is all about? You’re just worried about me or something? Did Tohma tell you to watch me? Is that why I’m here?”

“No!” Yuki snapped, reaching out to grab Shuichi’s upper arms. He could feel the taut muscles beneath his hands. He matched Shuichi’s fierce glare. “Okay, yes, he told me of what went on. Yes, he asked me to keep an eye on you but that’s because he knew I would anyway. You’re here because I want you here!”

“Oh, really?” Shuichi sneered. He didn’t bother even trying to physically break free from Yuki’s grasp. “Isn’t it just because you were told to make certain nothing happened to your brother-in-law’s precious commodity? Otherwise you would have just let me go off to the party and not been worried one bit about me! You would have never invited me here!”

Yuki felt the blood pounding in his temples, his face flushing. He leant down closer to Shuichi, lowering his face so they could look directly into each other’s eyes. “Do you want me to show you how much I want you here? Do you want to see why I want you here? Are you ready for that?!” He crushed his mouth to Shuichi’s, kissing him fiercely.

Shuichi didn’t move. His body never shifted, nor did he respond in any way. Yuki lifted his head again, meeting that wide amethyst gaze, with the hidden flames leaping in their depths that seemed to sear him to his soul. Realisation struck – hard. Shit, he was doing it again! Trying to monopolise and take Shuichi over, force him to do what Yuki wanted, when he wanted it. He’d been trying to break that habit but when he lost his self control bad habits resurfaced all too easily. He released Shuichi abruptly, almost thrusting him away, with a muttered oath, before turning away himself.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, keeping his back to Shuichi, unable to bring himself to look at his face. “You can go if you want to. I didn’t … mean to do it like that.” His words trailed off, then he took a deep breath and struggled to finish his thought. “I … just wanted tonight to be for us.”

He heard the rustle of cloth as Shuichi moved and a footstep, probably heading for the door. Damn it, Yuki cursed silently, berating his own idiocy. He didn’t know how to deal with his confused churned up emotions where Shuichi was concerned. He was constantly being thrown into turmoil of a kind he’d never faced before, from the very first moment he had met the brat. And no matter how hard he tried to change, or to do things differently, he still continued to screw up. After all this time and effort, now he would have to try and begin again if he was ever going to have a chance of being with Shuichi. Although he was beginning to believe himself cursed, for every time he tried to make things right between them he would somehow manage to royally screw things up.

He started violently, pulled from his morose thoughts as he felt a hand curl around his arm. He glanced around to see Shuichi right beside him, looking at him evenly.

“You are such an idiot sometimes,” Shuichi said with a crooked smile. “And so am I. Sorry.”

“What are you apologising for?” Yuki asked gruffly, moved beyond measure to find that Shuichi had remained but being very careful to not physically move in anyway to may frighten him away. “I’m the one who acted like a jerk.”

“Well, yeah, but I did too,” Shuichi said a soft laugh.” His face grew serious and he squeezed Yuki’s arm briefly as he glanced away for a moment. “I guess I’m a little more uptight about what happened than I thought.” He looked back to Yuki. “It’s a bit frightening that someone could do something like that. I just don’t understand what I’ve done to make them want to. And I’m worried that Hiro or Suguru could get hurt as well.”

He slid his hand down Yuki’s arm to thread his fingers in Yuki’s hand, holding it tightly. “And I didn’t want you to be all nice to me like this just because of something like that,” he admitted.

“It’s not just because of that,” Yuki emphasised. “You know it’s more.”

Shuichi nodded. “Yeah, I know. I guess.” He smiled up at Yuki. “I’m glad you could come tonight. I’m really glad.”

“Me too,” Yuki said, pressing a soft kiss to Shuichi’s forehead. Shuichi’s hand tightened in his.

“That’s pretty tame,” Shuichi whispered, voice husky, looking up at Yuki through half lidded eyes. “Is that all you’ve got to show me?”

The tone in Shuichi’s voice sent shudders unconsciously through Yuki’s body and he instinctively reached out to pull Shuichi to him and kiss him soundly. This time the kiss was fully mutual, both feeding all their pent up emotions into it.

The kiss was deep and long, both holding each other tightly, pressing their bodies against one another. Yuki again realised that Shuichi had gained a few inches during their separation, the height difference wasn’t any where near as great as it once had been. However, it still made it a little awkward.

He shifted his lips from Shuichi’s, dropping kisses on his closed eyes, his brow, each cheek. He moved to Shuichi’s left ear, nipping at the lobe, trailing the tip of his tongue lightly around the rest of the ear, placing kisses along Shuichi’s jaw line, forcing his head back further so he had access to the soft underside of his throat, feeling the pulse point rapidly pound against his tongue. He felt Shuichi’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, heard the soft gasp as he continued across to the right side, repeating the steps in reverse.

Yuki felt Shuichi’s hands pressed against his shoulders, gripping the material of his jacket, pushing it aside. He obligingly dropped his arms to allow Shuichi to fully slide the garment off, not caring when it was unceremoniously dropped to the floor. He reached up to undo his shirt buttons when Shuichi reached out and placed his hand over the top, halting him.

“Allow me,” Shuichi said in a husky voice, eyes shining.

“Go ahead,” Yuki replied, letting his hands fall to his sides.

He stood there compliantly, watching Shuichi’s face as he concentrated on undoing each button down Yuki’s long body. Yuki felt him tugging the shirt out of his waist band, letting it fall loose over his hips as he tackled the last few. Yuki reached up and brushed his hand across Shuichi’s cheek, watching in fascination as Shuichi briefly closed his eyes and nuzzled his palm before returning to his task. Yuki continued to move his hand out to thread through Shuichi’s hair, though this was with great difficulty. It was still very stiff with the gels and spray and a little wiry, nothing like Shuichi’s normal soft silkiness. Ah well, next time.

Shuichi’s hands now slid up Yuki’s body under the unbuttoned shirt, starting from his waist, slowly and lightly running up his sides, coming to fan over his chest, his nipples pressed against the palms. His breath hitched at that first contact and he automatically leant into that touch. Yuki drew his hand back to grip Shuichi’s sharp chin, raising it so their lips could meet again. Shuichi took control this time, forging ahead, demanding more. Yuki was more than happy to oblige.

Yuki slid his other hand around Shuichi’s waist, sliding it underneath the t-shirt he was wearing, touching bare skin that felt hot and slick with sweat. He bunched up the material and began to draw it upwards, dropping his other hand to do the same to the other side. He drew it up as far as Shuichi’s arms where he paused. He felt Shuichi smile against his lips as he lifted his arms over his head. Yuki continued to pull the shirt upwards and they were both forced to break the kiss so the shirt could be pulled over Shuichi’s head and off his arms completely to be dropped to the ground to join Yuki’s.

Immediately Yuki’s hand fell to Shuichi’s bare shoulders, curling over them, drawing him back into another kiss. Yuki shivered at the contact of Shuichi’s bare torso against his, the feel of his arms wrapping around Shuichi’s naked back. His own body felt like it was burning up from within, slowly but surely being consumed by an inner fire.

He couldn’t prevent the moan that escaped him, to be swallowed swiftly by Shuichi, who in response slowly began to rub Yuki’s left nipple. Yuki moaned again, pushing forward into the touch, his arms squeezing around the body before him tighter. He felt Shuichi’s hands, flat on his chest, apply pressure and he released his hold a little. This allowed Shuichi far more freedom of movement and now both his hands were busy enticing Yuki’s nipples to erectness.

Yuki felt the familiar tingle travelling from his aroused nipples directly to his groin, the sensation slowly but surely building into something more. He knew he was getting hard and one part of his brain just wanted to pick Shuichi up and throw him onto the couch and take him right there. However, the other more cautious part warned him that that action was probably premature at this point.

He moaned again as Shuichi pulled away from the kiss and dropped his lips to fasten around one nipple. Yuki threw his head back in ecstasy, one hand coming up to the back of Shuichi’s head to hold it in place, trying to remember to not apply any pressure. He slid his other hand down the curved spine before him, his fingertips sliding easily over the slick skin until they bumped against the waist band of Shuichi’s pants.

Yuki gritted his teeth together in almost pain as another pleasurable pulse hit his groin. As Shuichi switched his attention to Yuki’s other nipple, Yuki moved his hand around Shuichi’s waist, drawing to the front, feeling abdomen muscles ripple under his touch. He didn’t try to undo Shuichi’s trousers, simply cupped the bulge nestled between his legs.

He felt and heard Shuichi’s loud moan, felt his fingers dig into his flesh briefly. He also felt Shuichi’s erection harden swiftly under his touch and swore he could feel its heat even through the cloth. He slowly stroked the hardness tightly encased in Shuichi’s clothing, feeling his own straining against its confines.

Yuki was beginning to worry, concerned that he would reach the point of no return and just act upon these sensation and he knew that would lead to him fucking Shuichi – hard. He didn’t know if he would be able to have the self-restraint that he needed at this time. He had the distinct feeling that Shuichi also wasn’t quite ready for things to go that far, although this was much further than Yuki had thought it would get just now at the point in their new relationship. He was pretty certain that Shuichi wasn’t prepared to get right back into the thick of things. For one Yuki didn’t have anything here with him for that occasion – no lubricant nor condoms. That wouldn’t bode well for their first time after so long.

So since it couldn’t go any further, not unless he wanted to completely throw away any hope of ever being with Shuichi, then they had to just leave it here. The best he could do would be to jerk Shuichi off to give him a taste of pleasure and let it be.

Decided, he gently tugged Shuichi’s head up to capture his lips in a kiss once more, making this one as deep and passionate as he could, sucking Shuichi’s breath in, making him light headed. All the while he was gently, but firmly, rubbing Shuichi’s erection, feeling the moisture seeping through the cloth.

He didn’t want Shuichi to have to go home with dirty clothing so now he deftly undid the top button and slid the zipper down, pushing Shuichi’s briefs down so they nestled under his testicles, finally releasing his hard cock. Yuki’s large hand wrapped around Shuichi’s erection, drawing a deep moan from the man in response, with another swiftly following as Yuki began to stroke him. He used long steady movements, from base to head, applying just the right amount of pressure to the underside of the head that he remembered that Shuichi liked. He slid the palm of his hand fully across the slit, smearing the leaking precum liberally across it, applying plenty of lubrication.

Shuichi nipped at his bottom lip, his breathing increasing in speed, brushing across Yuki’s lips. Yuki began to move his hand faster, not because he wanted to finish it quickly but because he had to finish it quickly before he lost his mind completely. Shuichi’s every touch was eroding away his self control a bit at a time and it wasn’t going to take much more for it to be gone completely. He could hear his breathing begin to speed up also, shorter and shallower.

Shuichi moaned again, a long, deep moan as he dropped his head to Yuki’s chest, lipping his collar bone, dropping a kiss into the hollow of his throat, sliding his tongue down lower briefly to brush over his nipples, before catching one gently between his teeth.

Yuki’s hand squeeze involuntarily at that action and Shuichi threw his head back with a sharp cry and Yuki felt the hot flood of liquid over his hand as he endeavoured to prevent any falling on Shuichi’s clothing. Shuichi shuddered again, jerking against Yuki’s broad chest, as another spurt smeared across his stomach.

Yuki looked down to see Shuichi’s eyes squeezed shut, bottom lip caught between white teeth, brows drawing down as he gave a final grunt and then slumped in Yuki’s grasp. Yuki’s other arm tightened around Shuichi’s back, holding him upright. He could feel his own heartbeat thundering in his chest, the sight of Shuichi climaxing having done nothing for his own state of arousal except to heighten it.

He felt Shuichi take a deep breath and let it out, felt it gust across his chest, the coolness against his sweat making him shudder. Shuichi lifted his head and Yuki met his gaze.

“You okay?” he asked, hoping the answer wasn’t going to be in the negative. He still wasn’t certain if perhaps he had pushed the boundaries too far.

Shuichi nodded, then one corner of his lips twitched and a small sparkle lit his eyes. “Yep, I think I’m well and truly all right.”

“Good.” Yuki mentally breathed a sigh of relief. “Hold still while I grab some tissues.”

He stepped back and took a couple of steps to the coffee table, thanking all the gods that he hadn’t had to go far. He pulled a wad out to hand to Shuichi whilst he cleaned his own hand.

“You didn’t leave much behind,” Shuichi said, looking down as he gave a cursory wipe across his stomach. “Look, not even a drop on my clothes.”

“I didn’t want you to get dirty,” Yuki admitted, letting the sodden mass fall to the floor and reaching out to relieve Shuichi of his as well. He would clean it all up after Shuichi left.

“Well,” Yuki said, leaning down uncomfortably and picking up Shuichi’s shirt, pulling it over his startled face. “It’s getting pretty late and you’ve still got a full day tomorrow so we had better get you back.” Yuki turned to the door as Shuichi struggled to get his arms into the right holes.

“Hey!” Shuichi called out, catching Yuki’s arm and spinning him around. “What’s the rush?”

“You’ve got to be up and back at the stadium by midday remember?” Yuki reminded him. “It’s nearly 2am now. You’re going to come crashing down from your high from tonight’s concert real soon so you should be back in your bed when that happens.”

“But what about…” Shuichi glanced down at Yuki’s groin where his still hard erection was only too visible.

Yuki felt a flush of embarrassment. “It doesn’t matter.” He tried to steer Shuichi closer to the door so he could lead him out.

“Yes it does!” Shuichi snapped, pushing Yuki back against the wall and staring at him fiercely.

Their position forced Shuichi’s hips hard against Yuki’s, pressing against his erection. He bit back on a moan but he obviously couldn’t hide his reaction entirely because Shuichi just shook his head in exasperation and then slowly ground his hips against Yuki.

“Shu..ichi…” Yuki didn’t try to smother the moan this time, not that he could have. “Stop…it.”

“I’m not leaving you like this,” Shuichi declared. “It’s not right.”

Yuki lifted one hand to his brow as he let his head drop back to rest against the wall. “What the hell are you prattling about now?”

“You did that for me, it’s not fair that I don’t do something for you too!”

“This isn’t some sort of obligation tit-for-tat, you idiot,” Yuki snapped.

Shuichi rubbed against him again, one hand tweaking a nipple.

“Ahhh, you bastard!” Yuki exclaimed, hips thrusting unconsciously against Shuichi.

“It’s not about obligation, or any such bullshit,” Shuichi said, pinching his nipple again making him shudder. “I’m saying I want to do this!”

“You don’t know what the hell you’re saying!”

Yuki tried to refuse him but one of Shuichi’s hands had slid between them and squeezed his erection hard. The groan drawn out of him made him almost double over at the pleasure.

“I know perfectly well what I’m doing,” Shuichi began to move his hand again whilst his other hand grabbed Yuki’s face.

“Look at me,” he demanded, forcing Yuki to meet his eyes.

He didn’t cease his movements on Yuki’s cock, making it a little difficult for Yuki to actually focus. “I want to do this. I want to give you pleasure. I want to see you come and know it’s because of me. I want you, Yuki, so let me do this much for you now.”

“I don’t want to scare you,” Yuki managed to grate out even as he thrust again into Shuichi’s hand.

“I know,” Shuichi said softly, lipping against Yuki’s chest. “But this much I want to do.”

Yuki felt like he should continue to argue but he had become weak against Shuichi’s forceful ministration and so finally just gave him. He let both hands fall to his sides, palms flat against the wall, head back and eyes shut.

“Okay,” he capitulated.

He didn’t move, determined to remain exactly where he was and let Shuichi do what he wished. He felt Shuichi’s smile as his lips pressed kisses under his chin, down his throat, tongue trailing across his chest, pausing to circle first one nipple then the other, the second receiving a small nip that sent a stab of desire directly to his cock.

Both of Shuichi’s hands were now busy with his belt, then the button and zip, drawing it down and over his hips, pushing his underwear down also to fully release his swelling erection.

He swallowed hard as Shuichi’s cool hands encircled his hot flesh, running up its length, rolling his testicles, teasing the sensitive underside of the head, sliding over the slit and smearing his precum back down the length.

Shuichi’s lips had paused during this time on his nipple, suckling gently, but now they continued their pathway downwards. Yuki felt Shuichi’s hot breath across his stomach, tongue dipping into his navel. He sensed when Shuichi dropped to his knees and he finally realised then just what Shuichi had in mind.

“Shu…” he gasped out, one hand coming up to grab at Shuichi’s head stopping it from moving any further.

Shuichi looked up at him, not looking at all perturbed.

“You don’t want to do that,” Yuki rasped out, his breathing still rapid.

Shuichi frowned at him. “Don’t tell me what I do or don’t want,” he said.

His hands began moving again along Yuki’s cock, and even whilst maintaining eye contact with Yuki Shuichi dropped his head lower, flicking his tongue out so it touched the very tip of Yuki’s cock.

The last of Yuki’s defiance crumbled then. His hand dropped away, returning to his side, he let his eyes drift closed once more. What ever, he thought as he felt Shuichi’s lips fully wrap around his girth and slowly, so agonisingly slowly, draw down, swallowing him inch by inch in a torturously, pleasurable manner. He didn’t try to stop the sounds of pleasure he was voicing, didn’t try to stop Shuichi any longer.

He stood there as Shuichi continued to take him in, pleasuring him with his mouth, lips and tongue in a manner that bespoke years of practice or a natural inclination. Either way, it gave immense pleasure to Yuki, slowly yet surely lifting him to new levels of ecstasy as he allowed himself to wallow in these sensations.

When he finally came, filling Shuichi’s hot mouth, feeling it dribble from around his lips and back down the length of his cock the world blacked out for a moment and the last thought he had was that he could have died happy just then.

-oOo-

The pounding on the door roused Yuki from a sound sleep. He stared at the ceiling for a moment wondering if the pounding he was hearing was nothing more than a hangover. No, couldn’t be, he’d barely had anything to drink last night. No, it was definitely the door. He glanced over at the clock on the bedside table seeing that it read just after 10.00am. Not horrifically early but Yuki had been more than happy to remain in bed with the pleasant thoughts of Shuichi and last night.

The pounding continued and it was beginning to really irritate him. Obviously the person on the other side wasn’t taking the hint that either he wasn’t home or he wasn’t going to answer. Finally he gave in. He was never going to be able to get back to sleep with this racket anyway. He’d get rid of the arsehole on the other side and then go back to bed.

He stalked to the door with nothing more on than his sweat pants, not caring about decorum or if it was suitable for him to answer the door bare chested. He flung the door open and glared at the smiling countenance of K.

“Howdy! And a good morning to you!” K said cheerfully, pushing past Yuki and striding into the sitting room.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Yuki snarled.

“I’ve come to collect my wayward charge,” K sang out, making his way without a by-your-leave to the bedroom.

“Hey, you fucking bastard, who the fuck do you think you are, barging in here? And who the hell are you looking for?!”

“Shuichi, of course,” K replied as though it should have been perfectly clear to Yuki.

“Well, he’s not here, you prick! He went home last night!”

“Oh? Sure he isn’t hiding here? Perhaps he’s in the bathroom?” K headed in that direction.

Yuki had had enough by now. “HE…IS…NOT…FUCKING…HERE!!” he practically screamed out.

K stopped in mid-stride. “Really? He’s really not?”

“That’s what I’ve been fucking telling you!” Yuki grated out, eyes blazing and hands clenched in fists at his side. He suddenly felt a cold wave wash over him. “Are you saying he’s not in his hotel? Did something happen to him after he left last night…”

K held up one hand to forestall him as he pulled out his mobile phone and made a call. “Is Shindou there? He is? You’re absolutely sure it’s him? It’s not an impostor or anything? No? Good. Make certain he gets to the stadium on time then, I’ll be there shortly.”

He hung up and looked at Yuki with a pleased smile. “Everything’s fine,” he confirmed. “Shuichi is apparently having breakfast as we speak with Hiro and Suguru so they’ll make it in plenty of time back to the stadium.”

Yuki felt himself go weak at the knees with relief, then he felt the boiling rage begin. K had worried him all for nothing.

“Are you telling me,” he spat out. “That you came barging in here and hadn’t even bothered to check if Shuichi was actually at his hotel?!”

“Well, a little bird told me that he had accompanied you back here so I just naturally assumed he would have stayed the night.”

“Then next time don’t fucking ‘assume’ anything!” Yuki snarled, glaring at the man. “We just talked and then he went home.” He stalked to the door and slammed it open.

Yuki noted the smirk that had now appeared on K’s face. “What?” he snapped.

“Oh, nothing,” K said airily, looking skyward. “Nothing at all.”

He wasn’t going to tell Yuki that across his chest was the finest shimmer of glitter that only came from the gel used in Shuichi’s hair during the concert last night. His smirk became an all out grin. He could imagine only too well what the two of them must have got up to last night – at least he hoped they got up to that much. Something must have ‘gone down’ for Shuichi to have smeared his hair gel so liberally over Yuki’s chest. It wasn’t designed to come off easily being for concert use.

Yuki glared at the grinning man before him and internally growled. His head felt stuffy from lack of sleep and his body ached from the unused to activities sprung on it last night. Not that he was complaining but he desperately wanted to go back to bed and sleep and having to deal with K or anyone else associated with Bad Luck - Shuichi excepting of course - was the last thing he needed.

“If you’ve nothing else to say then get out,” he finally said, pointedly turning his back on K. “And shut the door behind you.”

“Of course,” K said amicably, complying obediently.

However just before he pulled the door closed as he exited K couldn’t resist a parting remark of, “Oh, and by the way, I’d be certain to shower well. That stuff is hell to get off properly.”

Yuki turned to ask what he meant but K was already gone and he was left looking at the closed door.

What the hell did that idiot of a manager mean? He stalked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He frowned, not seeing anything.

Turning he flicked the light switch and as his eyes fell on his image once more he could see all too clearly what K must have been referring to. His entire chest and abdomen glittered like a thousand sparkling stars in the light.

Yuki reached up a hand and rubbed it across his pectoral muscle and looked at his hand to see that the glitter had now transferred to it. He wiped it quickly on a towel and checked again. There was still a glimmer present.

He began to swear, a steady stream of expletives falling from his lips as he yanked off his sweatpants and stepped into the shower. Scrubbing hard and using copious amounts of shower gel and exfoliating scrub the expletives didn’t cease as he knew full well that this would only wake him up and any chance of returning to his bed was gone for that day.
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