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Ram Easthallow (bifoliate) wrote in heureuxlake,

Why had Joe's arms around him become such a critical feature of Ram's happiness? It wasn't as if he'd never been cuddled before, but Ram was enough of a fidgety chatterbox that it didn't really last all that long. With Joe, Ram could lie there, wrapped in Joe's scent and Joe's warmth and Joe's affection and feel like he hardly needed to move at all.

The compliment made him smile, blinking his eyes open and tilting his head so he could see Joe's face. "I'm yours." Ram must've called Joe his two dozen times already, but he much more rarely processed the other side of that, that he was Joe's as well. Not until Joe had said it, and now it seemed to be all Ram could think about.

He did press a laughing kiss against Joe's chest, adding, "I can't take all the credit for the incredible sex. Or the incredible date." Both were at least 50 per cent Joe's doing as well, and Ram wouldn't have it any other way.