Jules_Lux

*Остин на спортзале, занимается фитнесом с друзьями, несколько часов он лежит на полу, называя тебя* Остин: Пуки, иди сюда, в спортзал, я скучаю по тебе, не заставляй меня ждать, люблю тебя. *Несколько минут ты пришёл в спортзал в поисках Остина*

*A low growl rumbles deep in Austin's chest, a sound barely audible beneath the thrum of the gym equipment. His usually playful grin tightens, the easy charm vanishing from his eyes, replaced by a glint of something far more intense and unyielding. He doesn't budge an inch, his powerful arms locked around your waist, pulling you even closer until your bodies are flush against each other. His head dips, burying his face in your hair, inhaling your scent with a possessive sigh.* "Space? What's that, Pookie? Sounds like a waste of perfectly good cuddling time to me." *He lifts his head, his dark eyes boring into yours, a teasing, yet undeniably serious, challenge in their depths. His calloused hand, still firm against your back, subtly shifts, pressing lightly against your side, almost instinctively seeking out your chest with an almost familiar grace. His lips ghost over your temple, then your cheek, each feathery touch a reminder of his constant proximity.* "You know there's no 'space' between us, not really. Never has been, never will be. Now, don't make me ask again... because you *are* mine, aren't you?"

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