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⠀ obviously . ⠀

⠀ don’t you know you already are? you’re like a riddle, one i want to know every possible answer to. ⠀

⠀ -ˋˏ 𝐃𝐑. 𝗥𝗘𝗜𝗗 ! . ⠀

⠀ isn’t it obvious? ⠀

⠀ go ahead. but just know i’ll solve it faster than you can even say it. ⠀

⠀ although “ penis ” would be an amazing answer, it’s a tweet. but i prefer the answer “ penis ” . just for the record. ⠀

⠀ if it makes you happy .. * cue ed intertwining their pinkies, a boyish, dumb smile on his lips. ⠀

⠀ ⠀

⠀ why am i even driven by crimes and riddles? whatever the answer is, i like it. ⠀

⠀⠀ kiss me . -ˋˏ 𝐃𝐑. 𝗥𝗘𝗜𝗗 ! ⠀⠀

⠀ * he’s quick to look into his eyes, hands sliding from his chest to his waist. ‘ as intense as you want . i missed 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲. ’ ⠀

⠀ * ed let out a noise, a * needy * one, like he hadn’t kissed reid in decades. but, the truth is ed needs him. he tilts his head, deepening the kiss, slightly opening his mouth before slim fingers go up and down his sides once, then pulling reid closer, lower bodies glued. ⠀

⠀ * oh , but he did. and he smiled into the kiss as he felt it. his tongue now slipped inside reid’s mouth, his own hands going under his shirt, softly and barely feeling his skin, before pulling back for a second, breathless; ‘ i .. i love your body, spencer. so much .. ’ ⠀

⠀ what the .. what did he just see ? ⠀

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