[Thank goodness for mage hand. If Lup had to leave his warm embrace just to fetch Barry his gift, he's not sure he'd even want it anymore. All he wants is Lup in his arms forever, kissing him like that, gay as it might be. He's all the way gay for Lup. Gay for life.]
Two gifts this year? God, babe, yer spoilin' me.
[The sooner he can get his gifts unwrapped, the sooner he can go back to lazily making out with his wife all Candlenights. Neatly undoing the paper and navigating around the frankly excessive amount of bows, Barry pulls out the little book with no title on the front or the spine, indeed expecting to find a blank journal. He did not expect to find handwriting inside. He certainly hadn't expected to see his own name among the scrawled words.]
... "As soon as Barry's front door was shut they started kissing again. Lup's tongue fluttered against his, and his hands were deep in the softness of her hair, and it was like time unspooled, carrying them right back to when they were teenagers"... Wh-What is this?
[He keeps reading, even as his face gets redder and redder, his eyes widening with every word.] "You feel so good," Lup whispered . . . and then Barry couldn't hold back any longer. He p-plunged inside her, deep into that maddening clutch, that h-heat--" [Barry can't take it, snorting with laughter, loud and undignified. The effort to hold back from cackling makes his shoulders shake.] Holy fuck, wh-who wrote this??
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Two gifts this year? God, babe, yer spoilin' me.
[The sooner he can get his gifts unwrapped, the sooner he can go back to lazily making out with his wife all Candlenights. Neatly undoing the paper and navigating around the frankly excessive amount of bows, Barry pulls out the little book with no title on the front or the spine, indeed expecting to find a blank journal. He did not expect to find handwriting inside. He certainly hadn't expected to see his own name among the scrawled words.]
... "As soon as Barry's front door was shut they started kissing again. Lup's tongue fluttered against his, and his hands were deep in the softness of her hair, and it was like time unspooled, carrying them right back to when they were teenagers"... Wh-What is this?
[He keeps reading, even as his face gets redder and redder, his eyes widening with every word.] "You feel so good," Lup whispered . . . and then Barry couldn't hold back any longer. He p-plunged inside her, deep into that maddening clutch, that h-heat--" [Barry can't take it, snorting with laughter, loud and undignified. The effort to hold back from cackling makes his shoulders shake.] Holy fuck, wh-who wrote this??