Ollie glady snuggles up, right under Trey's chin. He's a true bottom, after all. The kohai to Trey's dorito-faced senpai. His arms slide around Trey's middle and he lets his eyes fall shut.
"You're right. Gotta get rid of those undereye circles of yours somehow." That's right. He can read a bitch no matter how exhausted. "Night, mama."
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"You're right. Gotta get rid of those undereye circles of yours somehow." That's right. He can read a bitch no matter how exhausted. "Night, mama."