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Harlem Santino

"Harlem, listen to, me you got it. That's ya momma baby. Just relax, I bet the second you get in there you not gon even have time to think 'bout nothing. Just relax baby." Capri whispered cradling Harlem's head against his bare chest.

Glancing up from Harlem's curly mess of a head and over Sonnet small body Capri sighed staring back at the red hold flashing numbers that read, 6:37 am.

Snuggling his face against Cap's warm skin Harlem sucked in a deep breath finally moving his head until he met the beautiful dark skinned man's eyes.

"You think she gon hold it against me?" He whispered, droopy eyes watching Capri closely.

"Nah, she ain't gon hold it against you. Neither is Courtland, they understand baby, I been trynna tell you." Cap smiled a little, as fucked up as this situation all was he found himself attached to this new side of Harlem he was seeing.

Attached to the feeling of taking care of him.

"Thank you, ion be tellin' you enough. You've done so much for me, ya family too. I appreciate that." Cap waved him off, reaching forward to pinch Harlem's face until his cheeks squished together and his lips puckered.

"Youn need to thank me, baby. I ain't doin' nothing to get a thank you." Capri mumbled pecking Harlem's puckered lips repeatedly before leaning back with a soft hum. Content with himself.

Harlem stared for a second, admiring Capri like he'd just disappear if Lem looked away. "You deserve to be dicked down." Harlem hummed already moving closer only to be stopped by Cap's hand returning is previous position.

Harlem's face squished and Capri's frowned.

"Nigga you got shit to do today and I ain't clean. You gotta schedule shit 'round here, cause I'm not starving myself waitin' on you." Cap glanced down at Sonnet's sleeping body, he was confused how he got trapped between two light brights who  both didn't understand the concept of personal space.

Smacking his lips lowly Harlem leaned settling for pecking Capri's cheek before he slowly climbed over both bodies and started to gather his shit.

Actively trying to avoid the feeling of anxiety climbing up his spine Harlem picked up a black crewneck and gray sweats along with his toiletry bag and headed to the bathroom.

Leaving Capri staring up at the ceiling still snuggled into bed.

After about 15 minutes Harlem walked back, dropping his dirty clothes into Capri's laundry basket.

Running both his hands through his hair, Lem stood beside the bed leaning down to press a kiss against Cap's cheeks and then his nose and eventually in his lips.

"I'm finna head out, pa. Come lock the door." Harlem whispered, not wanting to wake up Sonnet with his loud voice.

Capri sighed lowly getting up and following behind Harlem in nothing but a white tee and a pair of briefs.

Opening the door Harlem preheated his car via his remote before turning around to meet Capri's eyes. He wanted to crawl back into bed with him so badly.

"Gimme my kiss, pa." Harlem whispered opening his arms wide for Capri to walk into them.

With a little grin Cap did just that, pressing his head against Harlem's hard chest and wrapping his long arms around the light skinned man's abdomen.

Lifting his head Capri pushed their lips together. The kiss was sweet and gentle, a small touch of reassurance that Capri would be here. Whenever and however.