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They reached the apartment block where the blue-eyed boy had his flat.  But instead of saying goodbye, Daniel pressed him against the wall and smiled at him. 

"Do the math."

He whispered and kissed his neck.  Exactly twenty times.  He pulled away from him for a moment, and as the terrified blond was about to say the number twenty, Daniel kissed him once on the lips.  Long and soft, like a porcelain doll. 

"That's how old I am."

He smiled at him and left without a word.  For a moment, Callum didn't understand what had happened here. 

He was being kissed by the epitome of perfection, and if he hadn't been leaning against the wall, he would surely have fallen, because it was the most beautiful kiss he'd ever received, and he was pretty sure it would remain the most beautiful, because it was his first.  He stood there leaning against the wall for a moment with a smile on his face.

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