[Freckled hands come up to frame his face while his shorter legs twist in and around Larry's longer thicker ones. He presses a kiss to his mouth, to his chin, to his jaw, back to his mouth.]
I love you, Lawrence Dimick.
[It's neither a romantic declaration nor a desperate plea for affection; it's stated as sure undeniable fact.]
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I love you, Lawrence Dimick.
[It's neither a romantic declaration nor a desperate plea for affection; it's stated as sure undeniable fact.]