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ferdinand/hubert/linhardt
linhardt sighs quietly and ventures further into the tent, “what have you done to yourself this time?”
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felix/linhardt/sylvain
their earlier kiss had come to an end only to begin anew, this time at the behest of sylvain, who, wrapping his arm around linhardt’s waist, made miracles out of his unspoken desires. with converging bodies, they shared each other in soft-touched intimacies—linhardt’s arms wrapped tight around his shoulders, fingers languorously playing in the short snippets of hair, and sylvain’s own hands steadfast on his waist, kneading the flesh there lovingly