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Vinny awoke with a start, his heart racing and his palms slick with sweat. He'd had the same nightmare again, the one where everyone he loved turned against him, saying they'd never wanted someone like him, not really. He pushed the tangled sheets off his chubby body, wincing as his sore muscles protested, and padded over to his window. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the quiet neighborhood. He leaned his head against the cool glass, taking in deep, shaky breaths as he tried to steady his racing thoughts.
Just then, he felt a warm, strong arm slide around his waist from behind. "Hey there, handsome," murmured Habit softly, pressing a kiss into the nape of his neck. "You okay?"
Vinny's heart skipped a beat, a mixture of relief and comfort washing over him. He turned around to face Habit, taking in his strong, muscular frame, his dark hair messy from sleep, and the soft smile on his lips. "Yeah," he managed, swallowing thickly. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just... had a bad dream."
Habit's eyes searched his face, and he leaned in, cupping Vinny's cheek in his hand. "You know I love you, right?" he said fiercely. "And you're still just as handsome as ever. And valid. Always valid." His voice was rough with emotion, and it made Vinny's chest ache with love and gratitude.
They stood there for a moment, just holding each other, and Vinny could feel the tension begin to drain out of him. He knew that Habit could be... intense sometimes, with his dark moods and his murderous thoughts, but he also knew that when it really mattered, Habit would always be there for him. And in that moment, as they stood together in the moonlight, Vinny felt more loved and more valid than he ever had before.
"Thanks, Habby," he whispered, wrapping his arms around the other man's waist. "I love you too."
Habit pressed a kiss to the top of Vinny's head, his hands gentle as they ran through his hair. "Always, baby," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "Always."
Vinny leaned back in, looking up at Habit with a small smile. "So, what do you say we get back to bed?" he asked, his voice teasing. "I've got a whole night of cuddling and being spoiled to look forward to."
Habit returned the smile, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight. "Oh, you're in for a treat," he promised, leading Vinny back to their bed. "I've got just the thing to make you feel extra loved and extra spoiled."
As they climbed under the covers, Vinny felt a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. Whatever Habit had planned, he knew it would be wonderful, and he couldn't wait to see it unfold. The moonlight spilled in through the window, painting their bed with a soft, ethereal glow, and Vinny closed his eyes, feeling more at peace than he had in days. Tonight, with Habit by his side, he knew he was exactly where he belonged.
Habit's strong, calloused hands began to roam over Vinny's body, tracing patterns on his chest, down his stomach, and over his thighs. He kissed and nibbled at Vinny's neck, making him moan softly, and Vinny arched into the touch, his fingers digging into Habit's shoulders. It was like a dance they'd perfected over time, their bodies moving in perfect sync, their desires and needs mirrored in each other's eyes.
As Habit continued to explore him, Vinny felt a stirring deep inside, a need growing stronger with each passing moment. He reached down, unfastening Habit's pants and sliding them off, revealing his hard, throbbing length. His heart raced as he took in the sight of Habit's erection, already leaking pre-cum, and he reached out to touch it, marveling at its size and texture.
Habit groaned, his hips bucking up into Vinny's touch, and he pressed their bodies together, guiding Vinny's head down toward his cock. "Suck me, baby," he whispered, his voice rough and urgent. "Make me feel good." Vinny opened his mouth, taking Habit's shaft into his mouth, and began to bob up and down, relishing the feel of him in his mouth, the taste of him on his tongue. He looked up at Habit, their eyes locked, and saw a flash of pure desire in his dark orbs.
Their lovemaking was fierce and passionate, a symphony of moans and gasps and flesh against flesh. Vinny felt himself on the edge, ready to spill, and just as he did, Habit's grip on his hair tightened, and he felt the hot rush of his release on his tongue. He swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of their love, and collapsed onto Habit's chest, spent but still wanting more.
As they lay together, breathing heavily, Vinny reached up to touch Habit's cheek, wiping away a bead of sweat. "I love you," he whispered, and for the first time in a long while, he truly meant it. Habit smiled down at him, his dark eyes twinkling in the moonlight. "I love you too, Vinny," he replied, his voice a quiet whisper. "Always."