God, but you're brilliant-- always, I should s-say it more but I don't--
[He mumbles whatever comes to mind, each thought praising and grateful in turn (that is, what thoughts aren't some iteration of I can't believe this is really happening). His fingers twist against the sheets and he tilts his head back, moaning softly.]
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[He mumbles whatever comes to mind, each thought praising and grateful in turn (that is, what thoughts aren't some iteration of I can't believe this is really happening). His fingers twist against the sheets and he tilts his head back, moaning softly.]
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