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As they lay entwined, Daddy's room enveloped them in warmth. Soft moonlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a silver glow on the dark wood furnishings.

The room's opulent decor included velvet drapes, a marble fireplace, and shelves lined with leather-bound books. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and smoke.

Baby's body felt marked, claimed by Daddy's passionate touch. His skin bore the evidence of their intimacy: tender bites, scratches, and hickeys scattered across his neck, shoulders, and chest.

As they settled into a peaceful slumber, Baby's cheek rested on Daddy's chest. Daddy's arms cradled Baby, holding him close.

Their legs intertwined, Baby's thigh draped over Daddy's hip. Daddy's gentle fingers traced patterns on Baby's skin, soothing his exhausted body.

The soft duvet enveloped them, a cloud of warmth. Baby's eyelids fluttered shut, his breathing synchronized with Daddy's.

Daddy's lips brushed against Baby's forehead. "Mine," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Baby's hand slid across Daddy's chest, his fingers tangling in the soft hair. "Daddy," he whispered, his voice laced with contentment.

Their sleep was filled with gentle whispers, tender touches, and the promise of forever.

The next morning...

Baby woke to Daddy's gentle kisses on his neck. "Good morning, Baby," Daddy whispered.

Baby's eyes fluttered open, meeting Daddy's adoring gaze. "Morning, Daddy."

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In the eternal twilight of Moonlight City, Daddy's room remained a sanctuary of shadows and silk. The floor-to-ceiling windows filtered the soft, lunar glow, casting an ethereal ambiance.

As morning dawned, the city's darkness only deepened, a perpetual twilight that shrouded the streets. The moon, now a silver crescent, cast an otherworldly light.

Baby stirred, his eyes adjusting to the dimness. Daddy's arms still cradled him, their bodies entwined.

"Good morning, Baby," Daddy whispered, his breath caressing Baby's skin.

Baby's eyelids fluttered open, meeting Daddy's gaze. "Morning, Daddy."

Daddy's lips brushed against Baby's forehead. "How do you feel?"

Baby's thoughts swirled, memories of their intimacy flooding back. "A little sore," he admitted.

Daddy's expression softened. "I'll take care of you."

With gentle care, Daddy helped Baby from the bed. They moved to the en-suite bathroom, its marble surfaces gleaming in the soft light.

A warm bath awaited, scented with lavender and chamomile. Daddy tenderly washed Baby's body, soothing his tired muscles.

As they bathed, Baby's gaze wandered over Daddy's features: the sharp jawline, piercing eyes, and raven-black hair.

"Daddy?" Baby asked.

"Yes, Baby?"

"Why do you like me?"

Daddy's eyes locked onto Baby's. "You're my forever, Baby. My heart beats for you alone."