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Chapter 3

“Here’s my card. Call me if you decide you know anything.” Sullivan turns and walks out of the room, followed by Detective Jacob.

Tim huffs, throws himself back into an armchair, and buries his face in his hands.

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Tim spreads out on his back in his bed with his legs open and up, pressed to his chest, and his eyes are shut. No words come out of his mouth, only some sounds low in his throat, short grunts and gasps, as Seanslides in and out of him, taking his sweet time, fucking him slowly. Sean doesn’t usually top. With a figure much smaller than Tim he is a natural bottom but on a few occasions Tim lets Sean screw him. The boy is wicked. His caramel-colored eyes might look soft and are always smiling but they can glint with meanness and mischief as the owner pins both Tim’s wrists above his head. Tim loves it. Perhaps he is much more a bottom than he thinks.