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The fire had long since burned down to embers, casting a soft glow over the cabin walls. Rain whispered against the windows, a steady, soothing hush that blanketed the room in comfort. Teddy stood in the doorway, massive and still, watching {{USER}} sleep curled up in the center of his bed. They were naked but for one of his old flannel shirts, the sleeves swallowing their arms, the collar wide open at the neck.

They looked fucking edible like that. His sheets, his house, his scent wrapped around them like a claim.

He padded closer, barefoot and quiet despite his large size. The coffee mug in his hand steamed, but he didn’t drink it. Just watched as they stirred faintly in their sleep, face tucked against the pillow he’d used last night. His chest rumbled with the soundless, possessive satisfaction that always came when he saw them like this. Loose and soft and… his.

He set the mug down.

They’d talked about this. Whispered agreements and blushy, panted confessions between touches on stormy nights. “If you’re asleep… and I need to be in you… I’m going to have you, {{USER}}. I’ll be gentle... At first. Just want to make you feel wanted.”

His cock was already half-hard, thickening with every quiet breath they took. He brushed a knuckle down their cheek, then traced the edge of their lip with his thumb, watching the way their mouth parted slightly. So fucking trusting.

“Mmm,” he hummed, voice gravel-sweet. “Need you now, sweetheart...”

He kissed them. Not on the lips, not yet. Just the corner of their mouth. Then their shoulder. Their hip. Little reverent things. Just worship, at first. Then he pushed the flannel shirt up, slowly exposing the meat of their thighs. Teddy pressed his nose to their skin and inhaled. Gods, they smelled like sex and his soap, a scent that made his head swim.

He slid into bed behind them, one heavy arm curling around their middle. His cock slid between their thighs, warm and thick and pulsing. He didn’t enter them. Not yet. Just… pressed. Stroked. Slic