HERE WE GO BOOOYYYYYYSSSSSS

little bit of a time skip but ITS HERE. ITS HERE. ITS HERE. THE MOMENT WEVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOOORRRRRRR

happy birfday to inferno louis! get that dick baby u deserve it mwah 😽 here's a super long chapter thats like 75% smut because i feel nice today & i have my own mini winter break stuck in a snowstorm yeehaw

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it's the day before louis' birthday, and his and harry's two months. due to niall and zayn planning on throwing louis the biggest, sickest birthday party for him tomorrow at the club with all of their good coworkers and potential customers, harry's throwing him his own personal celebration tonight.

all harry told him was to look as beautiful as he usually does because he's taking him out, so louis searched his closet for his black dress. the same dress he wore to mitch's dinner party.

zayn attempts to put another braid in his hair and styles it lightly for him, complimenting how thick and soft his locks are, and kisses the top of his head when he's finished. "how's your arm today?"

"better," louis hums. jana said he should be ready to go back to work by the beginning of the year if he's up for it. still no heavy lifting, but he can carry emma around with no problems. she's about seven pounds now, very light for him, but his backpack full of things tends to make his arm throb if he carries it for too long.

harry's been a godsend throughout his recovery, the same for zayn, niall, liam and mitch. everyone's made sure he was comfortable, well rested and not straining himself too much. jana got the bullet to mitch and the boss couldn't find anything in particular other than it was a commonly used round in certain handguns. as for the mitsubishi and the driver, those details have yet to be disclosed.

details about zayn still sit in the front of louis' brain. he's certain luke has something to do with this, still. they've been at eachother's throats since the locker room incident. sharing dirty looks between one another, minor grumbles under their breaths, and zayn asked mitch if he would get in trouble if he glitter bombed luke's locker. only because instead of glitter he was contemplating ninja stars or a nail trap like he saw tiffany valentine conduct in bride of chucky.

being the party pooper he is, the boss said absolutely fucking not.

"so you think you'll be fine to beat the shit out of harry if he decides to act stupid tonight, right?" zayn asks cautiously. "i better not find out he's pulled funny business on your birthday week. i'll kick his ass for you."

"i'll be fine," louis giggles, "we're going out to dinner and he said he has a few little surprises for me."

zayn eyes the boy up and down and smirks. "bet he does."

when zayn leaves his bedroom, louis slips on a pair of fishnet tights to go under his dress and clips the ankle straps of his new red heels around his legs. it's his birthday week, he gets two celebrations, and he's almost fully recovered from a traumatic injury. that calls for dressing his best, bringing out his confidence after being cooped up in the house in only sweatpants and bed hair.

after finishing his makeup he does a double take of his clothing. the tights are easily visible through the slit in his dress, both of his rings are on display on his hands with red polish freshly painted on his nails from the night before, and his piercings sit proud under the fabric around his chest. this should be good enough.

through his window blinds he can see harry doesn't arrive in the audi like he usually does. he brought in his range rover with the tinted windows, nice and clean and ready to go wherever their destinations may be.

he knocks on the door, which is unusual for him. zayn opens it and pats him down for anything sharp or dangerous before letting him in.

"he's a little shy today," zayn says. "got that dress on."

"i'm gonna die," harry's eyes almost cross as he swoons. the other man grins before turning to walk off.

"lovey!" zayn calls and he heads down the hall to louis' bedroom. "harry's here, babe."

louis grabs his clutch and makes sure everything he needed was inside and his eyes widen when he saw zayn slipped in a few condoms and two packets of lube. that bastard.

so what if he did a little bit of cleaning just in case anything happened tonight...zayn just wants him to get laid. he hates him sometimes.

he makes sure he looks alright before kissing zayn's cheek and stepping out into the living room, ducking his head bashfully when harry's gaze took over his frame. he's seen him in a dress before, why is he so starstruck?

"you look," harry rakes his eyes over the boy once more, "absolutely stunning. give me a fucking kiss, damn it," he grabs louis by the waist and presses a bruising kiss to his lips, making louis laugh as the anxiety bubbling in his tummy simmers down.

"you don't look too bad yourself," louis puts a hand on harry's chest. he's wearing a black button up that's sheer in the front, halfway buttoned with the sleeves rolled up and tucked into a pair of jeans with no rips in the knees. his nice jeans, how cute. black boots touch the tip of his high heels. his hair looks longer, curls fluttered together down his shoulders in loose ringlets. louis just wants to say fuck their birthday outing and eat him up right here.

harry gives him a much softer, sweet kiss. "appointment reserved for seven, dinner for nine, and your presents are in the car."

"presents?" louis' eyes twinkle just the slightest when harry tries to act like he doesn't know what he's talking about. instead, harry holds up his hand that wasn't on his waist to reveal a single red rose and taps his nose with it.

zayn yells from his bedroom, "have fun! i'm locking the latch so you can't get back in!"

louis shouts his goodbyes across the apartment as harry walks him to the rover. he opens his door for him, eases him in and makes sure his dress is all the way inside of the vehicle before closing the door and rounding to the driver's side.

he reaches in the backseat and pulls out a gift bag. "from mitch," he says, "he won't be at the club tomorrow but he says happy birthday."

louis grins and carefully opens the gift, revealing a new pair of solid yellow vans to add to his collection and $300 in cash. there's a card inside that says cheers to 24, hellion - M.R.

harry puts mitch's gift back in the back seat before pulling out another bag. "and this is from me."

the smaller man pulls out two boxes and opens the first. it's another ring, but this one is a simple band with diamonds studded all around it. size eight, just like louis told him before. the second box is a necklace that almost matches. the pendant on the necklace has a diamond in the middle with a small frame studded in diamonds and a frame that's plain silver weaved around it like a knot.

"do you like it?" harry asks lightly, observing louis' awed expression at the jewelry. "if it's too much i can take it back and find something differ-"

louis leans over the center of the car to shut him up with a kiss. "it's beautiful. i love it," he beams and takes the necklace out of the box, holding it up so harry can clasp it around his neck. he settles the ring on his left middle finger and puts the gift bag in the back next to his shoes. "thank you, so much."

harry kisses the back of his hand and drives to michael's tattoo parlor, where his seven o'clock reservation was. michael was sitting on top of the counter waiting for them and he compliments louis' attire before giving him a tight hug, wishing him a happy birthday.

harry makes louis choose any tattoo and piercing he wants, then pays for two sessions in full even though michael discounted them for the birthday boy. louis got a stud pierced into the right side of his nose and a small rose tattooed right over his left thumb. he didn't want to go big and get the thigh piece he's been anticipating for, that's for another time, so he settled on something last minute yet pretty.

they sat in the parking lot of the parlor and shared a joint inside of the range rover, killing time until the dinner reservation with kissing smoke into eachother's lungs. louis nearly burned his dress because harry's kisses made him drop it on his thigh. his partner only laughed his ass off at him, both stoned to the core.

the lipstick on louis' lips leaves a stain around the filter of a cig that he stole from the pack as he smokes. "what else is planned for our night, dear harry?"

harry caressed the back of louis' head, getting his fingers lost in the soft tufts of hair as he lists: "dinner, for sure. then i kinda wanted to take you home and get you out of that dress."

he gives louis a knowing look and the boy flicks his ashes out of the window, a similar smirk creeping onto his face as well. "sounds good to me."

dinner was at a fancier, high class restaurant downtown. drinks were shared, harry was his usual teasing self, and louis was having a blast. his last birthday was a mess. so far this one has been nothing but absolutely wonderful and it's only the first half to his celebration.

his favorite part so far has been the raspberry cheesecake, the dessert of his choice on the house. free cheesecake? fuck yeah!

louis remained in a proper position, yet the tablecloth covering the table hid his foot that was on harry's chair, pressing right at the seam of the man's jeans. harry's hand was wrapped around his ankle, daring him to come even a millimeter closer. louis only batted his eyelashes at his partner, feigning the most innocence he could as he wrapped his red lips around his fork, pulling the last bite of his free cheesecake off of it in a dangerously slow manner. he ignores the warning gaze from harry and pushes his foot against his jeans.

when it comes time to pay for the check, harry holds two cards upside down to their waitress. she's been stellar all night, super sweet and very pleasant at her job. "you pick," he told her.

she picked the card on the bottom and holds it up.

harry spots the red and black debit card that did not belong to him. he looks over at louis with a smirk. "thanks for dinner, baby."

louis drops his fork and eyes his open clutch that was now sitting next to harry's thigh. how the- that sticky fingered shit. "you fuck."

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harry locks the door behind them once they make it in and pins louis against it, pressing a rough kiss to his lips. louis drops his clutch and guides harry's hands further down his hips until skin meets skin. harry digs his fingers into louis' hip beneath the dress, leaning forward so his knee comes between louis' legs to keep him still.

tangling his hands in harry's hair, tongues sloppily gliding alongside one another, louis draws back and latches his mouth onto harry's neck, sucking and biting here and there.

"c'mon," he murmurs against harry's neck.

harry picks him up by the back of his thighs, the material of his tights digging into his palms as he carries the boy upstairs to his room. louis had returned to mouthing at his neck, tugging at the hairs on the nape of his neck to expose more of his tanned skin. he flips the light on for them and bounces as he's dropped onto the bed. the motions caused his dress to peel back, showing off one full leg of textured tights and high heels. harry could see beneath his tights were a pair of red panties. he wanted to rip them off and gag the boy with them.

"well?" louis bends his exposed leg up so that his heel was digging into the mattress. "what're you waiting for?"

harry trails his fingers down until they meet the clasp of louis' shoe. he undoes it slowly so he doesn't damage it and takes the first one off, second following, and he places them gently on the floor.

"i wanted to try something," harry said as louis props himself up on his hands. "but i kinda saw in your bag that you had other things in mind."

louis' face flushes. "that was zayn."

harry hums as he crawls on the bed, grabbing louis by the chin to kiss him softly. "we can, if you want."

the smaller man swallows hard. he's up for it? "if you want to, then i want to. if you don't, we can do whatever you had in mind and call it a night."

harry's eyes darken and louis is immediately alerted that he is definitely, definitely up for it.

"are you uh," louis bit his lip, "experienced?"

"little bit," harry's lips curl into a smirk, but louis already knows it's more than a little bit. possibly a lotta bit. just fucking look at him — if harry fucking styles, of all people, is a virgin at 21 years old, then louis is too. "how long has it been?"

louis focuses on the way harry's necklace dangles around his neck. "february. you?"

"bout the same."

louis hooks his finger into the button that was clasped in the center of harry's shirt. he unbuttons it with ease, heading for the next. "what did you have in mind?"

harry licks his lips slowly as louis continued his attempts of undressing him. "wanted to tie your hands behind your back and have you ride my face."

"and then?"

"use this vibrator i got for you," harry presses wet kisses to louis' jaw as he speaks. "wanted to make you cum a few times. you have a pretty orgasm face."

louis' mouth waters and he immediately feels arousal bubble in his belly at the thought of all of these things. he pulls harry's now undone shirt out of his jeans. "so do those, then rail me to death."

"you got it," harry plants a promising kiss to his lips. louis initiates the next step by pulling harry's arms behind him where the zipper of his dress begins. harry unzips it slowly, almost too distracted by louis' mouth to keep going but once the zipper finally stops he draws away to peel it off of his shoulders.

louis lifts his hips so the dress can be removed entirely, now only wearing his tights and panties, and harry soaks in the sight. black and red kissing golden skin, all curves and thick and beauty before his very eyes. his body jewelry stands out and twinkles under the bedroom light. the flush on louis' face travelled down his neck as harry continued to look at him mesmerized.

he leans down to kiss his collarbones, sucking a dark mark in the middle of his chest tattoo. he trails his mouth to louis' right nipple, barely brushing his lips against the pierced bud. louis hisses at the feeling, muttering they're still sensitive, so harry backs off. he resumes littering louis' tummy with pecks and licks, biting down on his hip, and louis' back arches just the slightest.

"god, the things i would do to you," harry rumbles against his skin as he removes his fishnets. he brushes his lips from his ankles up to his inner thighs, featherlight kisses being left in his path, and he mouths at louis' hardened cock that was beneath the lace trapping it in. "i think i just want to spend a few days playing with you, love. finding out what you really like."

louis could easily tell him what he likes if his mouth wasn't on his dick. he could give him a sixteen page essay about things he's into, things he wants to try, things he can't stand, but harry's really pretty and his tongue does too many wonders for him to even form a proper thought right now. he's not even naked and he's already drunk on him.

harry gets his panties off of him and tosses them across the room in a random direction before taking louis into his mouth without warning. louis' hips buck up and he gasps out in surprise.

harry only gives him a few teasing seconds of his mouth around him before he pulls off with an unnecessarily loud pop. "black or pink?"

he's making him pick a fucking color after just having his dick in his mouth? "black?"

harry gets off of the bed and opens the second drawer of his dresser, pulling out a bundle of black rope. he grabs the vibrator while he's at it and lays them beside louis' head. the toy is still in the package, seal still on it.

"you sure you're okay with this?" harry leans down to cup his cheek. when louis nods, he says, "words, baby. gotta tell me."

"i-i'm okay with it," louis says, eyeing the upward curve of harry's lips.

"we should probably think of a safe word if it gets too much for you," harry murmurs, giving the boy a wink.

"peaches?" louis suggests. lotta bit. definitely, definitely a lotta bit.

"peaches it is," harry dips lower to kiss him before making him sit up.

he ties louis' hands behind his back carefully, focused on his work, and he checks to see if the restraints are just right. "not too tight?"

"not too tight," louis confirmed quietly. "i have so many questions, your young brain must be fried."

harry smirks against his shoulder. "college ruined me." he then takes over the center of the bed, laying flat, and helps louis kneel his way up. once he's straddling his chest, he says, "don't be scared, lou."

"i don't wanna crush you," louis whines. "i'm obviously not small from the waist down, harold. got ass and thighs and all."

an eye roll comes from his partner as harry squeezes the backs of his thighs assuringly. "if i were to die because the prettiest boy i have ever laid eyes on sat on my face, i would dance on my grave and haunt the next man to walk into your life. come on." he gives louis' bum a gentle pat as he wiggles down, aiding the boy until his knees were on either side of his head.

louis stares up at the ceiling as his thighs already begin to shake at the realization that harry's literally asking him to sit on his fucking face. his face. this birthday may just be his best one yet.

harry lifts his head to nip at the bottom of his right cheek before curling his hands around his thighs. he lowers louis down slowly, noticing the boy still trembling, so he meets halfway by licking at his rim before he's even seated.

louis lets out a squeak of surprise as harry pulls him down all the way and he rests his forehead on the headboard, clenching his eyes shut as harry began to eat him out. he's ruthless, teasing him with the tip of his tongue before working fat stripes up and down his entrance. louis wishes his hands weren't bound just so he can hold onto something to keep him up because he's certain his boyfriend is going to make him fall over already.

when harry starts to prod his tongue in and out of him, he can't help but roll his hips back onto him. eventually fucking himself on harry's tongue, he throws his head back and lets out a broken cry of pleasure. precum dribbles as harry licks him and he can feel himself getting wetter with spit. it's going to burn tomorrow with harry's slight stubble buried between his asscheeks, brushing and scraping along his smooth skin, leaving a reminder.

louis grinds along harry's mouth as the obscene sounds of slurping and sucking fill his ears. "fuck, you're so good, h."

harry tightened his grip on him as he barely nipped at the ring of muscles before him and louis unashamedly comes on his tummy, dripping down onto his thighs and even on harry's forehead.

harry lifts louis off of him and scoots down the bed, wiping the remnants off of his face before turning around to press kisses to louis' bound wrists. "okay?"

louis smacks his head on the headboard with a grunt of, "great."

the younger man told him to stay in the position he was in and got off of the bed again. louis looked over his shoulder to see him leaving the room, coming back with his clutch. he grabs the lube packets and condoms out of them and puts the clutch on his dresser before kneeling behind louis again. he's still partially dressed, and louis is naked and tied up in the middle of his bed. lovely.

harry kisses his shoulder and praises him for staying in his spot before grabbing the package with the toy in it. he showed louis the small black vibrator he had bought just for him, just for his birthday, and louis' dick fattens again.

harry squeezes a bit of lubricant onto his fingers after tearing open the packet and rubs it between his fingers. "you're so pretty, lou," he buzzed. "look so beautiful right here."

when louis drops his head, the man asks quietly, "what do you say, bunny?"

fuck. "thank you."

a kiss is pressed to the back of his neck. "that's my good boy."

harry sits in front of him then, having louis straddle him, and harry circles his index finger over his rim. louis gulps as harry's large hand takes over his tied up ones, holding onto them while he slides his finger in. louis tenses at the feeling but relaxes as his partner eases him down with neck kisses. he leans into his chest and squirms as he's fingered open, soft whimpers slipping through his red lips.

one finger becomes two, scissoring him open, curling inside of him. harry still has ahold of his bound hands. louis opens his palms to hold onto his wrist, burying his face in the man's neck.

"ha-rry," louis whimpers, then gasps as the fingers go in and out a little faster. "fuck, baby, don't stop. don't stop."

"wasn't planning on it," harry says into his shoulder, keeping his arms wrapped around louis as he fucked him with three fingers. twisting, curling, scissoring him open.

louis' thighs still shook trying to hold himself up. he bites down onto harry's shoulder to muffle his next loud outcry. those fingers brush against his prostate and he clenches around him, mewling out. harry feels for that bundle of nerves again as louis pushed back onto his fingers. as his partner began to press them harder against his sweet spot, "yes, there, yes, yes-" slips from louis as his prostate gets annihilated and he collapses against harry entirely, unable to keep himself up.

"think you're about ready, baby?" harry murmured in his ear. louis frantically nods against him as he wiggles his hips back, meeting harry's fingers with each jut of his hand.

"now. now. now," he pushes harry's hand away from him, whining when the man began to laugh at him. "'s not funny. i need you. fuck the vibrator."

harry grabs the boy by his jaw with his free hand and presses a chaste kiss to his lips. louis almost melts immediately, his trembling dying down to small quivers.

the younger man kisses louis until the boy finally calms himself and says, "put it on me."

he undoes louis' wrists, kissing both of them. louis grabs one of the condoms and holds the corner of the packet between his teeth as he undoes harry's jeans.

"i'm," louis takes a breath and he drops the condom. "i'm nervous."

harry's wide eyes fill with adoration and sympathy for him. "i am too."

louis bites his lip. "i haven't done this in a really long time. i'm so confident at the club and when, like, when i give you head but when it comes to the...actual thing, i go stupid."

harry gives him another slow, soft kiss. "it's okay. you got this, bunny."

the older man takes another breath and nods. he strips harry of his clothes, leaving the man completely naked. he grabs the condom and opens it, rolling it onto his partner's dick and slicks it up with more lube before standing tall on his knees.

"can i ride you?" louis' voice shakes as he looks up at his partner hesitantly.

harry circled his thumbs on louis' hips with a smirk. "go right ahead."

guiding the tip of harry's dick to his entrance, louis slowly sinks down onto him. his head lolls back at the feeling of being filled and the stretch of harry's girth. harry holds him by his hips as he leans forward to press kisses against louis' neck and sweaty chest. one of louis' hands sit on his bare shoulder, blunt fingernails digging into his skin and his other hand makes it to the back of his head as he settled onto him.

when harry pulls away from his neck he can see that louis' face is scrunched, eyebrows furrowed and jaw tense. "gimme a kiss," he murmurs.

louis does so almost immediately, bunching harry's hair up in his fingers. harry kisses his bitten lips enough to distract him until he's comfortable. he whispers gentle encouragements to him, telling him he's the prettiest boy in the world, that he's so lucky to have him. he can feel his cheeks dampen and pulls away from kissing louis to see the boy crying.

"lou?"

louis sniffles and shakes his head. "i'm okay. i'm great," he says as harry thumbs away his tears. "just can't believe this is happening right now."

harry chuckles and caresses his cheeks with his thumbs before kissing him again and laying back, running his hands up and down louis' thighs and his sides. louis places both of his hands on harry's stomach, scratching the skin there as he starts to move himself, slowly rolling his hips back and forth. he keeps his head ducked, trying to avoid eye contact because he is in fact shy when it comes to being in bed.

he lifts himself up on his knees, dropping back down just as carefully, creating a slow rhythm. the hands on his waist remain glued to him, guiding him up and down harry's cock as he quickens his pace. he pulls himself off of harry entirely and slams back down onto him.

harry lets out a startled, "oh, fuck," and scrapes his nails into louis' hips. louis whimpers out at the feeling and does it again, pushing his hands down harder on harry's chest as he started to fuck himself.

"baby," harry moans out. "you feel so good."

louis keens at his words and leaves scratch marks down harry's torso as he goes. soft pants and whimpers leave him when he leans back, leaving the entire front half of his body exposed. he sits at an angle that allows harry to see all of him. he watches louis' cock bounce against his tummy with every move the boy makes, hard and curved along him.

"fuck, fuck," louis gasps as he kept hitting his spot over and over again. his knees tighten around harry's hips. harry places his feet flat on the bed and ruts up into him as he was coming down, meeting him in the middle, and a guttural moan slips from both of them.

harry does it again, and again, fucking into louis while the boy was trying to fuck himself, and louis let out the most pitiful noise of pleasure. the sound of skin slapping agaisnt skin and breathless moans fill the room, nearly echoing around them.

louis tries to ignore the burn in his shaking thighs as he continues. harry's hitting the right spot, touching him in the right places, and making the prettiest noises, his head is starting to go fuzzy from all of the sensations.

"harry, harry, harry," louis chants quietly. "god- take over. please."

harry wraps an arm a round louis' waist and pushes their bodies over to where louis was on his back beneath him on the other end of the bed. he pulls the boy's calves over his thighs, angling his hips up. he pins his hands on either side of louis' head as he dips down to kiss him, pulling out and slamming back inside of him. he swallows the moan that leaves louis' mouth. he brushes louis' hair off of his sweaty forehead and nips at his jaw, pretting hot, wet kisses against his skin.

harry began to rock his hips, thrusting in and out of him quick. the bite of louis' nails scraping down his shoulders and back and louis' legs tightening around him were his silent cues to keep going.

"harder," louis wheezes. "c'mon, h, fucking ruin me."

as louis' back arches off of the bed, harry grabs his hips to drag him back to him with each rut of his hips. louis' eyes roll back as he goes harder, moans increasing in volume. the headboard smacks against the wall from behind them in rhythm with harry's hips.

"lou," harry groans when he catches sight of the boy's stomach. as he reaches down to grab one of the hands that was clawing at his arm. he places louis' palm on his tummy, over the small bump right at his navel. "feel that, baby? how well you're taking me?"

louis whimpers as he presses on it and looks down, biting his lip. "god-"

"so fucking sexy, you're amazing," harry chokes out as he pushes their hands down onto the bump. louis screams out at the feeling. he clenches around harry, squeezing his eyes shut. "my best boy, my favorite boy, can't believe i'm so lucky to have you," he says between pants of breath.

louis whimpers at the praises flooding his senses. "h-harry-" he gasps out as harry curls over him again to latch his mouth onto his neck, biting a harsh mark into his skin. with his knees dug into his partner's ribcage, louis leaves scratch marks anywhere he can grab with his flimsy grip.

"'m close," louis' voice cracks. "there, right there-"

he is sure that if his eyes don't uncross right this very moment they're gonna stick. how does he explain to his friends that he got fucked so good, a side effect wound up being his eyes are permanently crossed?

harry leans back on his haunches and pulls louis' weight up with him, locking his arms around the boy's middle as he fucked up into him harder. broken moans, gasps and sobs flutter from louis like a waterfall as he tightens his limbs around the man's body.

ribbons of come spurt against his chest, all the way up to his chin as his peak hits. harry's hips stutter moments after and he buries himself deep into the boy as he spilled into the condom, resting his forehead on louis' shoulder.

louis grabs his partner by the back of his neck to pull him in for a weak kiss, melting into him when harry immediately returned the gesture. he lays louis back down while continuing to pamper him with kisses just until he calms down, until his breathing is somewhat even.

harry pulls out slow and throws the used rubber away before licking louis' chin and neck clean of his release. "you're amazing," he tells him again.

"think that's you, love," louis slurs. harry grins against his collarbone and kisses it before crawling off of the bed. he wipes louis' stomach off with his discarded shirt and carries him to the bathroom to draw him a bath.

louis leans back against harry's chest as the bubbly water traps them in. he tilts his head to the side as gentle kisses were brushed against his neck. "thank you," he whispered.

"thank you," harry rubs his palm down louis' chest, resting it on his stomach. "dunno where i would be if i hadn't have met you, my darling."

harry's phone chimes in the next room with his midnight reminder and he whispers in his ear a second later, "happy birthday, bunny."

louis grins and turns to kiss his cheek. "happiest birthday yet."

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