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Ajax was on their bed, laying on his side. He had an absolutely devious look on his face, his elbow propped up on the bed and head resting against his hand. His other hand was laying loosely at his hip. He looked positively pleased with himself upon seeing Bennett’s expression - tickled pink, one might call it, which is of course the first phrase that sprung to Bennett’s mind upon seeing his boyfriend splayed out in front of him.
For all his bad luck, being able to see something like that on a daily basis still felt unreal to him. But there it was, just for him. And packaged up in lace, no less.