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“Vyr! Wake up already! it’s almost noon.”
It was a mystery to Tesia how Vyr could sleep for so long and still be tired all the time. The Sorcerer’s grumpy face as he awakened was always very funny to observe. Feeling mischievous, Tesia decided to poke his cheek with the Forsythia branch he had cut on his way back to the farm.
“Stop it already! I’m awake, you doofus.”
“Your eyes are still closed. I know you, if I leave now you will sleep for at least one more hour.”
Vyr, still lying on his belly, angrily grabbed the branch and stared at him.
“And why do you need to wake me up early anyway?”
“You crushed the flowers, you monster!” Tesia said with his mouth turned down at the corners. He tried his hardest to exaggerate his frown, hoping the other wouldn't notice the glint in his eye as he stared, unhappy, at the crumbled flowers beneath Vry's grip. In a swift motion Tesia pulled the branch out of Vyr’s hand before slapping it on the top of his head. “And noon is not early, you marmot.”
“Hey! That hurt!”
Tesia barely had the time to notice a faint glow before his legs were swept and landing on his ass.
“Well, that hurts too. It’s unfair! I cannot use my Miracles against you.”
“The curse of the powerful.”
The grin on Vyr’s face made his bruised ego, and ass, worth it to Tesia. Still, he playfully slammed the branch in his hand against Vyr’s ass as retaliation.
“Haaa!”
“…”
Tesia could not stop the blush creeping on his face at the sound of the moan. The cocky smirk on Vyr’s face told him it was exactly what the other wanted.