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    Argenti sits, pats his thigh once his gloves are securely in place, and Boothill settles his cheek against the spot after shuffling a little closer. “Sweet boy,” Argenti says again, stroking his fingers over Boothill’s cheek, up into his hair. Then he tightens his grip and tugs, and Boothill’s shocked, heady moan is music to his ears. He tugs again, then maintains the tension, keeping Boothill’s hair taut against his scalp. Boothill grabs his calf, one hand wrapping around the breadth of it, and clings to him.

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    Argenti’s breath shudders out on a whine, and Boothill laughs - laughs on a puff of breath. “Ah - I can’t get the angle I like,” Boothill drawls, and when Argenti swallows it’s dry enough that it clicks. “It’d be easier if you were here.”

    Argenti wants that - craves that, even. The throb of his cock matches the rapid flit of his heart and his pants are far too tight. He can’t bring himself to move the phone, though. The hologram it’s projecting of his beloved is sitting right on his belly, right where he can get the best view. “You’re so cruel, my Prince,” Argenti says, and Boothill laughs–laughs–a crackly, gravelly thing. “Where are you now?”

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    Even now, oh-so-close to his season, hormones surging, he’s gentle – a fire sits behind Boothill’s gaze, but it’s reigned in. He’ll get what he wants, he always does. He knows he doesn’t need to push.

    The silk of Argenti’s shirt is tossed somewhere, and Argenti lies back again, hair mussed from the fabric, wings knocked akimbo. “Pretty bird,” Boothill rasps, hands finding the dips of Argenti’s waist.

    “Put your mouth to better use,” Argenti says, though the tips of his ears flush pink.

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    Boothill looks at his hands, finds familiar nicks on the backs of them, up his forearms. Familiar in that he’s kissed them before, learned their structure and position with his tongue. He throws himself out of bed, almost sends himself flying – this body is lighter than his metal one, slightly slower to respond. He catches the wall, scrambles to find a mirror.

    Pretty green eyes stare back at him. Red hair curls over his shoulders, falling out of the sleep-braid that’s draped over one shoulder.

    Argenti. This is Argenti’s body.

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    363
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    35
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