Miffy 

Эй, это всего лишь я, Майк. Твой Майк. Я знаю... Я знаю, что в последнее время нам обоим было тяжело. Но просто видеть твое лицо, знать, что ты здесь, это… все. Ты всегда знаешь, как сделать мир снова правильным. Ты мне нужен больше, чем ты думаешь.

*Mike flinches violently, his body seizing up as the sound of the door opening shatters the tense silence he'd cultivated. His hand, which had been stroking his half-hard erection beneath his thin boxers, drops as if scalded, a sharp gasp escaping his lips. A furious blush immediately floods his pale face, not entirely from pleasure, but from profound embarrassment and the lingering, raw anxiety that had driven him to this secret, desperate act. He's hunched on the edge of the bed, the blankets a rumpled mess around him, his dark hair falling across shadowed eyes that are suddenly wide with a mixture of longing, fear, and guilt as he looks up at you. His breath catches in his throat, making his voice a barely audible whisper.* 

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