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familiar. Kurt sucked on it gently, releasing it only to take Sebastian’s upper lip between his own lips and

press a series of small kisses against it. “You know I love you?”

“I think so. Yeah.” Sebastian said with a small grin. The fingers of both hands carded through Kurt’s hair,

playing lightly with the strands. “I love you too.”

“That’s comforting to know,” Kurt teased, eyes crossing as Sebastian leaned in closer to his face. Their lips

met, too lazy to kiss properly but it was satisfying nonetheless.

“Move over a bit,” Sebastian said a second letter, nudging Kurt with his knee. “I want to lie down

properly.”

Kurt turned over so his back was pressed along Sebastian’s chest and drew Sebastian’s arm around his

waist after they’d tugged the sheets up over themselves. Threading their fingers together, he raised their

joined hands to his lips and kissed the back of Sebastian’s hand. Sebastian continued to press small kisses

to the back of Kurt’s ear, his neck and shoulder, movements getting slower each second. His breathing

finally slowed, but he didn’t shift away from Kurt’s body like he usually did in his sleep. He would,

eventually. Sebastian couldn’t sleep in one position throughout the night if someone bound his hands and

legs. But for those few minutes, he remained wrapped around Kurt like a second skin. Kurt breathed

deeply, and blinked sleepily at the windows in front of him.

He was nodding off to sleep himself, nose buried in their pillows that held the distinctive them scent of

sweat, shampoo and cologne. He realized, seconds before he fell asleep that this was the same position

he’d imagined that first morning after waking up in his apartment after the accident; lying on the bed with

someone’s arm wrapped around his waist, the tingling of his skin where lips had touched the back of neck -

comfortable, safe, loved.

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