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His firm muscular chest rising and falling, in a manner that seems to have been dancing along those beats he would usually dances and moves to.

His thin but well chiseled face, despite his known masculinity, was enough reason to say he’s pretty, was buried into the soft cotton pillow he has always been clinging to every time he needed the comfort and rest.

A small smile tagged along the corner of his lips as he snuggled into the silk lavender blankets he usually rolled around with for an entire stress free day without even thinking of what the world will bring to him the next time the sun would shine through that closed window right next to his side of the bed.
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