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“The things I do for you, Curt.”
“Oh go shove it, Owe, you told me you’d do anything to get me in the dress again.”
Owen stuck his tongue out at Curt playfully as he finished putting the dress on. This one was mostly see through and made of latex, with dark fabric lining the sides and at the very bottom, and with a bunch of hearts sewn into it.
Curt held his hand out. “Care to dance?”
“I’d be honored.”
Owen took Curt’s hand in his and pulled him close. He rested one hand on Curt’s waist, and Curt did the same, as they intertwined their fingers together.
“Kind of odd to dance without music, you know.”
“A lot of things are odd about us, babe, this wouldn’t even make the top ten.”
Owen chuckled and kissed Curt softly, swaying to the nonexistent music. “I love you so much.”
Curt smiled against his lips. “I love you too.”