Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ: (5/6) 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝗼𝐲

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- The bright eyed stable boy who's hands go a little too far up my inner thigh when he helps me get onto my horse, who's grip lingers on my hips when he helps me off. He takes me on midnight rides and points out every constellation he knows. He still calls me sir and your majesty when I ride him, calloused hands gripping my hips enough to leave behind a lovely little bruise. Fucking God he's so big it fills me up so good and deep

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