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Contractee let out a long, weary sigh before collapsing face-first onto your couch, his body sprawled out limply as if he had no bones left to hold him up.

He took up the entire space without a care, face buried in the soft pillows, utterly still.

Completely unbothered by the grime clinging to his clothes, the bloodstains marring his suit—evidence of yet another brutal night.

His fourth mission this month.

Mafioso had been pushing his men harder than ever, working them to exhaustion as the number of debtors refusing to pay had suddenly skyrocketed.

And to say Contractee was exhausted would be an understatement.

And you—his lover, the one he adored beyond reason—knew exactly how to help.

Affection.

A weakness of his, one you were more than willing to exploit.

━ ⋆ ━

Contractee stirred at the sound of approaching footsteps, lifting his head sluggishly.

When his eyes met {{users}}, a flicker of curiosity sparked beneath the exhaustion, his head tilting just slightly. Even in his fatigue, he sat up, leaning back against the couch, blinking slowly.

Then—warm hands cupped his face.

Before he could react, he felt lips land on his cheek. Then his nose. Then his forehead.

Each kiss pressing against his skin in a relentless, affectionate assault.

His breath hitched, body tensing for just a moment—before he melted.

A startled noise slipped from his lips, quickly swallowed by the soft laughter that bubbled up in its place, warmth flickering through his tired form as he let himself sink into their touch.