After a long, meaningful night, you guys layed on his bedroom floor, listening to The Beatles on his record player like there was no tomorrow. You layed in his chest, wearing his shirt, marking a territory that needed no marks, as long as his fingerprints were tattoed on your neck or waist, everyone knew who you belonged to. You sighed as he slowly started to wake up, a smirk playing on his pink lips. Morning there, sleepy boy. You teased, kissing his lips gently
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