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“All fours, now, Sergeant. Move.”
“But, sir-“
“Right. That’s it.”
James’ eyes widened as Robbie picked up one of his socks and began wadding it into a ball. “Sir?”
“The walls in this flat are thin, Sergeant. Wouldn’t want to have to explain this to Innocent.”
***
James lay curled against Robbie’s side, trailing his fingers over Robbie’s hip. Robbie was fast asleep, a sated smile still on his face.
Their clothes were crumpled and strewn across the floor, and a flash of colour caught his eye. He blushed.
James would never look at those lavender socks the same way again.