"That'll sting like a bitch." He murmurs as he trails his fingers down Sam's shoulder top his arm, finishing qith a swipe of his thumb over the skin in question. Somewhere they can both look and know-
Sam is his. A way Felix could never have, a way he can't comprehend. The stars and these moments are theirs. No one else's. "But it'd look good."
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Sam is his. A way Felix could never have, a way he can't comprehend. The stars and these moments are theirs. No one else's. "But it'd look good."