Save for his inability to walk for the time being, of course.
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There was nothing more perfect than ending the night with two glasses of chilled cocktails. Fueled by the sweet alcohol that rushed into their blood, they quickly fell into a rush of kisses, one sweeter than the last.
Their bodies, yearning for closeness, intertwined effortlessly. Limbs tangled in a delicious mess, they stumbled towards the bedroom. Clothes became a forgotten obstacle, discarded in a flurry of need. With a groan that spoke volumes, Maximillian scooped Julian into his arms and threw him into the bed.
