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Clover knelt on Halsin's lap as spring water bubbled about them, steam rising lazily from the surface. He brought Clover's fingers to his mouth and kissed them. Clover bit his lip, not in the least bit sure whether the white-hot flush blooming on his neck was from the heat or Halsin's touch. Halsin's other hand slid under Clover's ass and he drew him close, settling him high on his hips with a satisfied grunt.
"I promised I'd find a way to keep those fingers warm for the rest of the day, little fox." His voice was still gravelly from sleep. "Would you like that?"