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[Private to Lorne]

Oh, love. Sometimes I cuddle your pillow--it'll always be your pillow now--to me and imagine it's you I'm holding.

[Private to Ianto]

Christ, we're getting sentimental. And I can't bring myself to care.

And I love that it's my pillow.

[Private to Lorne]

I could go back to talking about your cock, if that would be better.

Of course it's your pillow.

[Private to Ianto]

You can wax poetic about my cock any time you want to, baby. Dork.

I love that. I love that it's 'of course'. I love that it was so easy to get used to being around you. I love that it's so easy to think of coming home to you.

[Private to Lorne]

I. Love. Your. Cock. I love it when it's hard, when it's hot and flushed and you're getting ready to fuck me; and I love it when you're sleeping and it's soft and innocent against your thigh. I love touching it and tasting it and rubbing it against my cheek. I love it in my hand and in my mouth and in my arse.

How's that?

I hate to think things like "we were meant to be" because--well, I find it a bit ridiculous, to be honest--but it is kind of like we were made for each other. Like we'd been reunited after being apart.

[Private to Ianto]

Jesus Christ.

Umm...that's great. That's...fuck. Seriously, any time you want to tell me things like that, you just go right ahead. Jesus, babe.

I feel like I should say something in return there, but...fuck. All I can think of is that I love your cock too.

It is like that. Like we were friends once before and we just found each other again.

[Private to Lorne]

I feel like I've won something :D.

It's just us, love. We both found what neither of us knew we were looking for.

[Private to Ianto]

You mean besides my everlasting adoration?

Maybe that's it, then. Maybe it's because neither of us were looking for it.

[Private to Lorne]

I thought I had that already. ;)

Maybe so.

[Private to Ianto]

You do. That's why I was wondering if you felt like you'd won even more than that.

[Private to Lorne]

It was just a random feeling of winning, not that I've won anything specific.

[Private to Ianto]

Ah. Well, in that case, yes. You've won...whatever it is.

[Private to Lorne]

And as my reward, I claim . . . YOU! *tacklepounces*

[Private to Ianto]

Does that make me your trophy boyfriend? *kisses you*

[Private to Lorne]

Mm. You're certainly pretty enough.

[Private to Ianto]

I hope I'm good for more than just arm candy though.

[Private to Lorne ]

You're quite clever for arm candy.

[Private to Ianto]

Aww...thank you, baby.

[Private to Lorne]

So you have that as an advantage above all the other trophy boyfriends.

[Private to Ianto]

So when you take me around to show me off, you get to feel smug.

[Private to Lorne]

Yes, I do. "Look at my smart, beautiful boyfriend," I'll say.

[Private to Ianto]

And I'll just bat my eyes prettily and occasionally make a witty remark.

[Private to Lorne]

And I'll pat your butt and say how clever you are.

[Private to Ianto]

And I'll smile up at you from under my eyelashes and do something unspeakably filthy to my cocktail toothpick.

[Private to Lorne]

And I'll lose my train of thought because I'm too busy picturing you doing that to me later.