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୧ ⚝ +>> angel kisses 3 -S1- (wilmon)

-It was a morning in Wille's room. Simon and Wilhelm were lying in bed, the warm sun of winter coming through the slightly open curtains. Wilhelm's hand running lovingly through Simon's curly hair.

Simon studied the map of moles on Wilhelm's back with his dark brown eyes as he softly traced his fingers along the patterns.

"You know, I read that these are called angel kisses," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Like, a mark of the divine."

Wilhelm chuckled softly, gooseflesh rippling along his skin at the touch. "Is that so?" he replied, his voice laced with amusement.