[ Still smiling, Anduin threads his fingers through Jacob's hand, lowering it as he pulls away to lead them back towards the door to the bedroom. But not before glancing over his shoulder. ]
[Jacob grins, a slight dip of his head as Anduin curls their fingers together. It feels even more intimate than sex somehow, and he's not sure how to explain it, or deal with it. But he follows Anduin out, heart full of joy.]
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[ Still smiling, Anduin threads his fingers through Jacob's hand, lowering it as he pulls away to lead them back towards the door to the bedroom. But not before glancing over his shoulder. ]
And there's always after breakfast.
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