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Jay is blissful. He’s lying sprawled across Tim’s chest, face right in his tits. He just finished cumming his brains out. One of Tim’s hands is resting possessively against the skin of his bare back. He can feel Tim’s breath against his hair. He reaches up to shyly stroke Tim’s jawline, feeling the scruff of beard.
“I really need to shave,” Tim says.
“Yeah, you look stupid like this,” Jay agrees. Tim cracks a grin at his sarcasm, a smile that melts Jay’s heart. Everything is fine.