WILLIAMS POV
((MILD SMUT WARNING))
((CURSING))
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William was waiting for his coffee to brew, leaning back on the kitchen counter. Henry was still asleep, He kept sleeping in these days and William was just fine with it, as long as he woke up. I mean they where immortal, not like they could die again, but henry could just stay sleeping forever, nothing could stop him from that.
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After a bit, William went off to his bedroom to get his Diary, where he wrote all of his personal and private fantasies about him and henry. A lot of them where sexual, or just random sketches of his sexual fantasies between them, as in fucking or sexual pleasure, even a few sketches of Henry naked. He grabbed his diary and walked back it to the kitchen with his pen, and began writing about another sexual fantasy, specifically Henry fucking him. For some reason he tended or make them very detailed and specific about what he meant. Some times, when he would pleasure himself, he would read the fantasies as he did, imagining the fantasies where happening yet he was by himself.
