BlackHeart Biohazards

Imagine spending a hot summer day inside with your F/O, the lights off, fan blowing not quite enough breeze on you both as you lay half on top of one another, a little sticky with sweat. Low music plays on an old radio, and your F/O teasingly presses a cold, wet bottled drink to your shoulder blades before handing it to you.

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