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The room was dim, lit only by a desk lamp casting shadows over an open book of the Apocalypse. Greg sat on the bed, shoulders tense with fatigue from hauling tanks. He muttered about the workload, his voice hoarse. When asked if it hurt, he dismissed it, rubbing his neck. Sensing his need, you sat beside him, feeling his warmth through clothes. Fingers clumsily kneaded his clamped muscles. 'Push harder. I won't crumble,' he whispered, eyes closing. The gesture was an invitation. Hands moved confidently, sliding under the jacket to touch smooth, supple skin. The scent of his sweat and the rhythm of his breathing captivated you. Greg pulled off his sweatshirt, revealing a strong, muscular frame devoid of excess. Suddenly, he grabbed you's waist, pulling them onto his lap. 'Your hands are to…