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Quiero...
::he sits at the edge of the bed, Nick's guitar across his lap, strumming out a song as the younger man sits on the chair across the room, listening::
Déjame besarte tanto
hasta que quedes sin aliento
y abrazarte con tal fuerta
que parta hasta los huesos
y ahora estás aquí
yo de nuevo soy feliz...
::he looks up at Nick, that lazy grin gracing his lips, and puts the guitar aside, and stands, taking his angel in his arms, and holding him, kissing his cheeks, his nose, his lips, his face, mumbling his words of affection as he does::
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