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One day, Henry brought Alex to the British Museum, where almost every culture can be found from the East to the West. They roam the museum up and down, left to right, just casually enjoying the walk among history.
They stopped upon a glass box containing the fire-making equipment of the Polynesian. Nothing special, just firewood.
“You know how they make fire?” Alex asked, chuckling along.
“Probably I need to read more about this…” Henry frowned, making Alex giggle.
Henry thought he was being laughed at for lacking a tiny bit of survival skill from the Polynesian. What’s wrong with him starting to learn things?
“Are you quite finished? Enlighten me then!” Henry crossed.
“Come closer,” Alex whispered as Henry’s close to him, just enough for them to hear.
“They rub the sticks, you know. It’s what you do every night, and you’re damn good at it; sparks fire all the time.”
The way Alex deepened his voice at the end made Henry blush. He’s been close to this person a tad too long.
Pulled Alex closer by the shirt, Henry teased his boyfriend’s nonstop giggling mouth with his own.
“Is that it, isn’t it? Alex dear, do you feel it’s a little dark in here? I’m ready to light you up.”
“We should, ’cause there’s a hot pulu right in front of me, ready to shine.”