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“Say my name,” your voice raspy, Irish accent thick on your tongue. Rough hands snake across my skin as you take from me what most men couldn’t, what most men only dreamed of. “Tell me who you belong to.”
I’d shout it from the goddamn rooftops if given the chance, your name echoing off of the four walls that hid us away from the harsh reality of the outside world.
Here, I belong to you.
Here, I am home.
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