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David glances over at Matteo, who´s looking way too pleased with himself, that little fucker. He does love him so damn much, it´s unbelievable.
Seriously, David has no idea why. (Okay, he has: he just does. Easy. It wasn´t a choice.) They´ve done this enough times now apparently that Matteo is getting confident and possibly cheeky. Which, knowing Matteo, naturally had to happen.
David calms his breathing and moves to reach for Matteo´s shirt tossed onto the bedside table. He should have removed his binder before sex, really. Only this time Matteo didn´t give him much warning. That, too, happens now.