Casey's head went back, and his eyes closed as he wrapped his arms around Sigmund. His knees felt weak, and he needed something solid to hold onto, and what was more solid than the man standing right in front of him?
"Sometimes I feel like I could be your slave forever, is that crazy?" he asked softly, his eyes opening again.
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