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Lyrin closes his eyes, whimpering softly. Fuck. . . he wanted this so bad. . . "I-" He pants softly, gripping the edge of the seat. He closes eyes tighter swallowing, "I'm sorry--" He mumbles. He reaches forward, grasping at Billy's shirt, pulling at it.