Chapter 58

Maybe they were right—the transference of blood did dull a man’s senses.

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Secret sighs filled a darkened room. Flesh hardened under clothing. Skin soon rubbed against skin. Keep it moving softly, but keep it hard.

Lips came into contact in the lightest exploration before deepening. Roaming souls searched to find each other in a sleek touch. Dropping to his knees, Jay rubbed his face against a hard centre tenting the blue denim. He grabbed Dean’s hips to tug his lover forward to bury his face in obscure warmth. The man bent over and dragged the concealing shirt up, forcing Jay to close his eyes and lift his arms. The moment the shirt was gone, his hands returned in worship to squeeze and tempt the hidden cock to greater rigour. His reward came as it swelled within its textile dwelling.