If Love Is A Sickness, Then Find Me No Cure
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Summary:
"Gimme your face, I wanna kiss it." Spot grins and lets Race squirm around in his lap until he's straddling him. Race doesn't hesitate before kissing Spot. He's gentler than he usually is and holds Spot like he's something to be treasured. To Race, he is.
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Or: Spot spends his night looking out for a very drunk Race.
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Such pure and wholesome gayness wow :^)
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