He wasn’t sure what to make of the man that sat across from him. He only knew he couldn’
He wasn’t sure what to make of the man that sat across from him. He only knew he couldn’t look away, not even when the man ordered another guy to sit next to him and unbutton his shirt and slip a hand inside. He felt the strong hand cup his chest as he felt the stubble brush against his chin, his lips but he couldn’t take his eyes off the man no matter what the guy did. His mind fell deeper and deeper into the man’s gaze. He felt more and more detached as the guy kept working the body. The body that didn’t feel like it was his anymore because he existed only within the man. Everything else forgotten. -- source link
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