When he hit a raw patch in the apple, he threw the core and gave a small smirk. He's just assuming Nicolae doesn't climb trees. . “So? I do what I want, / dragoste /.” Oh. O h. So he's using Romanian now. Okay.

He's here and he's having chest pain.

Opens his arms. He smells good, is warm and has a duvet to share.

Should he get a Snapchat? . . He's doing it.

As much as it didn't feel as innocent like when they were kids. . Ainsley liked that. He liked Nicolae. The Scotsman stretched to bring the duvet over himself and the Romanian.

He has tea—would anyone like some?

He can certainly try—. The Scotsman grinned and presented a cup. “Cream? Sugar?” x.com/HAYMXKER/statu…

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“Mmh, I'll make sure you like it. I'll make it the traditional way.” Ainsley prepared the tea like his family normally did, and slid the cup saucer over. x.com/HAYMXKER/statu…

“I love Nicolae.” x.com/monarhisms/sta…

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Oh hey, look. DAS HIM.

Covers his face in kisses.

Man. . He could go for some coffee. Or a blowjob. Both would be awesome.

He's being a cootie. Look, all soft. Last one on the lips. Oop—.