[it works for a couple of minutes. sungki kisses him and loses track of his senses, unaware of where they are or what time it is. nothing exists but the warmth of hunter's body.
but it can't last forever. the fae finally draws his head back, brows knitted together.]
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but it can't last forever. the fae finally draws his head back, brows knitted together.]
At five in the morning.