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The sun isn't even up yet, the sky a tired grey outside the window.
Kingsley squints open his eyes, trying to figure out where he is until someone else's hand wraps around his cock and he remembers that he spent the night after all.
The room is all shadows as he returns the favour, just a little clumsy with sleep. He wriggles down under the covers, an oasis of warm darkness muffling the quiet gasp his hands and lips and tongue wring out.
A squeeze to the back of his neck: hurry up.
Duty can wait, but only until dawn.