Drawing this ship is really getting me through my military moving process πβ¨
i thought it was kinda cute.
I imagine Fatherβs gazing up at him, one hand smoothing hughs thigh the other hand twirling a finger on his soft skin, fidgeting with a back dimple π₯Ί Possessively talking about how Hugh is all his~
ill stop π©
Edit: For my fic readers Kitti Icarus has a fic for this one
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