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It wasn’t that much of a revelation at all, to realize he’d set himself on fire to keep Stavros Konstantinou warm.
“Expect me to love you like you love me.”
“For once, fucking expect me to take care of your heart.”
“I expect you to love me like I love you,” he whispered into that kiss. “I expect you to do right by me, because I will do right by you.” Stavros shuddered. His grip on Daniel faltered. “I expect you to take care of my heart, diablo, because I will take care of yours.”
Until his lover pulled out. Saliva dripped down Daniel’s chin as he watched Stavros sit at the edge of the bed and stroke himself.
“Crawl to it.”
“Jesus fuck, I could sit on your tongue all day.”
“Damn it, Daniel.”
He wanted endless forevers with the man kneeling in his blood.
“You don’t get to leave.”
“You don’t get to fucking make me love you then leave me behind.”
“I want to have us for a while longer, diablo. Just us. I want you to myself.”

