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𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙢 𝙃𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙢 𝘽𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙩 𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙜𝙤, 𝙄𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙨 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙃𝙤𝙢𝙚
Harlem massages through Javiers scalp as the man slept between lems legs face buried deep into his stomach
Harlem stared at the man in awe, he adores Javier more than anything, his past situationships werent so healthy or romantic
Yet with Javier he wanted a future, he wanted to built into something more than just friends, he damn near fell in love with him, but this soon?
Harlem was worried he was moving too fast to have love for Javier was one thing but to be in love with Javier was another
There was no denying he loved Javier but being in love was maybe too fast, they clicked very fast and never once deflected moving there relationship further away from friends
Maybe he was in love with Javier, I mean he say here staring at the man in between his legs massaging his scalp for hours
Now able to get much sleep he felt himself being in a daze with the man, he had no idea how much time had passed until he looked at the clock
He would every once in a while peep at the mirror on the side where they could see the whole bed he and Javier always seemed to make eye contact in the mirror before shying away
Fuck, he might be in love with Javier
𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒
By the time Javier had woken up Harlem had officially fallen asleep, leaned against the head board of the bed one hand buried in Javiers head, Lems thighs snug comfortably around Javier's head
Javier was TOO comfortable he felt himself letting out a small hum of satisfaction eyes watering from the stinging sensations of them burning
He slowly removed himself from being entangled with Harlem a small frown at the loss of there touch on both mens face
Javier watched the frown appear on Harlems face and leaned down kissing the mans cheek a few times before laying him down properly kissing his cheek a few more times as he places a plushie in his arms and pulls the cover up on lems body
Stretching his limbs he yawns as he heads towards Harlems closet grabbing a pair of his own shorts, undergarments, and a T-shirt before heaving towards the bathroom
Taking care of his hygiene he then walks out the bathroom trying to be as quiet as possible noticing harlem was still asleep
He makes sure harlem is still bundled up before going downstairs to make breakfast
