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He was about to leave when Pinstripe re-emerged and got back into bed.
"Hey, you'se don't have to go if you don't want," he said when he saw him heading for the door. He patted the empty space beside him. "May as well sleep here."
Music to his ears, Dingodile translated that as him wanting a cuddle and gladly climbed in to provide.
He was right: Pinstripe snuggled into him and rested his head on his chest, his aura glowing with affection rather than that of just pure lust. Dingodile reciprocated and put his arm around him to pull him closer, so they were body to body and more importantly, soul to soul. The end to their encounter was not what he had expected. It had started with no other intent than to fuck him but now he discovered that he had feelings for him too. And he could tell that he felt the same.
"We shouldda done this years ago," he said.
"I know. We've got a good thing that's for sure," Pinstripe agreed.
Dingodile ran his fingers softly through his hair and this time he didn't protest but instead smiled as his eyelids drifted shut. At this moment he found his touch comforting and soothing. He had no doubt that he had done the right thing in opening up and showing him his softer side, the side he kept hidden from most. There was more to him than just a gun wielding tough guy.
In a matter of minutes, Dingodile felt his breathing get heavier and knew he was asleep. He looked so peaceful and content. Looking forward to all the kinky things they could get up to in the future, he blissfully closed his eyes to join him in dream-land, where he hoped he could fuck him again.
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