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It hurt a little, especially at first, but he’d come to almost like the intimacy of it. Besides, it made BM happy and that was what mattered most.
He puts his hand gently on top of one of the ones wrapped around his throat and gives an affectionate squeeze; Black Mage’s grip loosens as he stares down at the other man beneath him, wild eyes darting across Fighter’s face as if looking for some answer that simply wasn’t there. Was he really just that stupid? Maybe so, he thinks, and redoubles his hold.