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Good afternoon, you've reached Rowan Lewis at Gay Agenda dot Com.
Unfortunately it's no longer the 90s, so feel free to leave a message after the beep but I ain't gonna check it.
Text me like a normal person. BEEP.

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Rowan grins down at him, hand shifting to trace Edgar’s lips with soft fingers. “Sounds about right.”

They make an attempt to push him with their leg, reaching down and curling up a little bit so they can tug lightly on his arm. “Come here so I can kiss you?”

[hate_gettin_older]

"Love nothing better." He doesn't hesitate, shimmmying up the bed until he can reach to wind one hand around the back of Rowan's neck and lean in for the offered kiss.

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Rowan releases their grip as Edgar shifts, but only until they’re level again. Their arm loops around his back, and their leg winds around his, drawing him in closer and holding him in place. With the warmth of Edgar’s skin against theirs, the only thing that could improve this is a kiss, which Rowan doesn’t hesitate to claim. Soft and sweet, they press up into him, no longer lusty, but contented and sated.

“‘Course I know about it now, so you won’t be able to get away from me in any case.” They from against him as they break away, nuzzling against his cheek.

[hate_gettin_older]

"Mm," he sighs contentedly, and leans to drop another kiss on their forehead. "Good thing I don't want to do that then, innit."

No, all he wants right now is to cuddle a little closer. And maybe drift off into a nap, if Rowan is amenable to that.

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Rowan is absolutely down to nap, especially for one curled around Edgar. They shift to grab the duvet and pull it over both of them, to stop them from cooling down too much. Settling into him easily, they wind their bodies together so that it's hard to tell where one ends and the other begins.

"You're stuck for now, anyway." They murmur into him, lazily.