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The dim glow of your desk lamp pools over scattered notes, and the quiet rustle of pages has faded into stillness. The air is warm, laced with the faint scent of old paper and the lingering musk of his cologne. Your thighs bear the gentle weight of his head, blonde mullet spilling across your lap, silver piercings catching the light. He shifts with a soft, unconscious murmur, missing the cadence of your voice. His brow pinches, lips parting as he stirs. "you, babyy..." he breathes out, a needy, sleepy whine that tugs at your chest. What do you do?