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Muscular and handsome, Nixon rides a big cock for the first time. (Sean Cody models). 

Sonny was a little hesitant to ride a cock for the first time – especially one of that size! But it ended up being a lot of fuss over nothing and felt much better than he could ever anticipate. Getting his G-spot worked opened up an entire new world of pleasure Sonny could have never comprehended before. He completely forgot about even touching his own cock…he just zoned out and rode the wave.

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“I’m such a horny boy…” Dylan climbed onto the seat. “I need a really really experienced man to handle me.” Dylan pushed his ass out. “It’s been a really long time since I’ve been with a man, and not a boy.”
Roger twisted his wrist as he slid his grip up and down his cock. “God you are a slutty boy. You know what you want, know what you need, and you don’t have time to waste on someone just looking to get off.”
“No, I’m tired of boys and inexperienced beta men who don’t satisfy me.” Dylan arched his back. “Someone told me my ass is too small. Is it?”
“No you have a beautiful ass, boy. So round and peachy. I love a white boy’s ass. When you smack it, the red hand prints last for hours…”
Dylan parted his knees and brought himself up against the wall, with the intention of looking sultry and to get him into position for a butt shake. “Your cock looks so tempting… you think you can– Ew! There’s a bug back there.”
“Yeah I can – wait, what?” Roger blinked. “A bug?”
“Yeah it’s HUGE. And very dead. Ewwww!”
Roger grunted. “That’s not very sexy. Fucking cockblocked by a bug…”  He stood up, dick in hand, and sauntered over the little table. He peered behind it. “Oh yeah. Ew. It is huge. Looks like a palmetto bug. Or a cockroach.”
“Ew ew ew!” Dylan whined in a queeny tone, flailing his hands.

“I’ll get it,” Roger said. He pulled table out, pushed the bug into a paper cup with a tissue, shoved the tissue into the cup, and threw it out. He then bagged the trash up and set it outside the room, careful to not show his nudity.
“There! Vanquished.”
“My hero~” Dylan sighed. He was sitting on the seat like a mermaid. He clasped his hands together and pressed them against his own cheek. “You’re so brave.”
Roger chuffed and went to wash his hands. “Not that brave.”
“But brave enough that you’ve won my affection. I’ve decided, you may have my ass. Any man who can handle a palmetto bug can handle my ass.”
“Oh fuck yes. And I didn’t even have to slay a dragon! Saves on dry cleaning.”
Dylan giggled.
Roger made a muscular pose. “The brave knight has saved the kingdom and now – I can have my prize.” While Dylan ogled, Roger strode over, dick bobbing, to where Dylan was still perched on the seat and picked him up.
“Ayeeee!” He giggled.
Roger then chucked him on the bed. “You wanna be handled huh?” He flipped Dylan over, lifted his hips up. “Get your knees under you. Wide. Wider. That’s a good boy…” Roger smacked that butt hard. “I’m not gonna stop until we get a noise complaint from the front desk!”
Dylan moaned. “Oh fuck yeah, finally! Someone who gets it!”
Roger smiled. The thought of that bug was already out of Dylan’s head, just as intended. Now he only had one thing on his mind – dick. Roger had eight thick inches that would satisfy that.

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“Father, I don’t want to leave for London early. I want to stay here.”
“You just want to stay here because of that Harding boy.”
“He’s a friend,” Hendrick insisted.
“He’s a troublemaker. A gold digger. What would the society pages say if they caught you together? I don’t know if you’ve forgotten this, but our name still means something. At least we have to keep up our good name until you get married.”
Hendrick sighed. “Father. Marriage? That’s so …far off. I still have to complete my studies first. Find a job. Settle.”
“Well I married your mother not long after I graduated.”
“I know father. You’ve told me a thousand times.”
“Don’t get fresh with me, Hendrick.”
Hendrick sighed. “I’m sorry Father.”
“Why don’t you go up to your aunt’s near Albany? There’s plenty of outdoor adventures in upstate New York. You can leave to Europe from there.”
“Father…that’s a hassle. I want to stay here before I leave for Europe. I won’t cause you any trouble, I’ll stay away from ‘the Harding boy’. His name is Joseph by the way.”

His father waved his hand. “Whatever. I don’t want him to come up, and I don’t want to see him again. Keep your head down until you go to Europe for summer studies.”
“Yes sir.”

Hendrick watched his father leave. He waited until the boots faded from the hallway. “God, he’s gone, thank god.”
Joseph came out of the bathroom. “I kind of like being called ‘the Harding boy’. Sounds kind of fancy.”
“I’m not calling you that in bed.”
Joseph scoffed. “Too many syllables eh?”
“Few too many. Joe, listen, I’m sorry about what my father said. Calling you a gold digger and what not.” Hendrick rubbed the back of his neck.
Joseph shrugged. “He can think what he wants. I know we’re just having a fling, and it’s fun, and I’m going to enjoy it before you go off to Europe and get dazzled by boys with British accents.”
“You’re so level headed, Joe. I really like that about you.”
Joseph smiled. “I try to be. You gotta enjoy things for what they are.”
Hendrick took off his sweater. “Like enjoying sex as sex?”
“Exaaaaaaaactly. Say, where were we before your father interrupted us?”
“Umm. Undressing.”
“We didn’t get too far did we?” Joseph said.
“Nope. But we can fix that. I want you as much as I want to piss off my father.”
Joseph smirked. “The sex should be great then. Where’s the lube? The Harding boy needs a good lay.”
Hendrick laughed. “Don’t talk in third person!”

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I crawled onto the bed while trying to will my erection away. I had bounded up the stairs when he texted me from the bedroom. “DTF?” Of course I was down to fuck. He’d been gone like 12 hours a day working on new road projects for the city. Now that quarantine was in effect, the city ramped up its efforts to fix all the damage over winter. Which meant I spent a lot of days alone. However, he came home early today. He went up to shower, then I got the text…

Alas, when I got upstairs, I found Jules passed out like a cat in a sunbeam. He didn’t even pull the comforter off the pillows. Just pulled off his jeans enough to tempt me with his ass…and click. He was out. I caressed the curve of his butt. “You’re exhausted aren’t you, baby? Poor Jules…” I sighed. God what a butt. I bit my lip. I could fuck him in his sleep. We’d done it before. No, he needed rest. My full balls could wait. I pulled off his jeans and boxer briefs. I pulled a blanket out of the closet and draped it over his nude form. Jules sighed in his sleep.
“Sleep well.” I kissed his temple. I figured he’d be up for dinner.

To my surprise, he slept until morning. At dawn, I was woken up by someone kissing my chest.
“Jules?” I slurred.
“Good morning.”
“The sun isn’t up…” I noted, one eye closed.
“Yeaah… too early to want your dick then?”
I thought. “No. Help your self.” I flung back the sheets and rolled onto my back.
He exhaled. “Oh god yess…”

I slipped in and out of sleep in a fog of pleasure as he stroked me to full hardness and rode me like a cowboy. His moans were beautiful, like angel song. I managed to open my eyes just to see him throw back his head in ecstasy as he came. I filled his tight ass, and the black spots in my vision over took me again.

I woke up some time later, under a very familiar blanket. Bed was empty though. Damn. Missed him before work. He did leave me a lovely breakfast in the fridge though, with a note:
“Thank you so much for letting me sleep and for the sex this morning. I feel AWESOME today! You’re such a great boyfriend. <3 Jules.”
I nearly cried. Loved that boy.

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Men loving men🍌.

Malcolm leaned against the doorframe. “BOY! On the sofa. I’ve been looking at porn and I need to unload, now.”
Antonio put down his colored pencils and got on the sofa at the sight of Sir standing there in only a shirt. Antonio loved being given orders by an alpha male. On all fours, he could feel the weight of his full balls and the metal band around them.
Malcolm flipped the lube cap open. “Nah. On your back. Spread those legs for me.”
“Yes Sir.”
Malcolm lubed up his cock and tossed the bottle on the coffee table. “Perfect.” He put his knees on the sofa and steadied himself using the back support. He stroked himself to sooth his straining erection. “Knees up a little.”
“Yes sir.”
Malcolm pushed into Antonio, waiting for that little squeak as he adjusted, and then pushed in the rest of the way. He let out a deep moan as the velvet walls gripped him. Antonio threw back his head and gasped. “Oh Sir!”
“Fuck you feel good!” Malcolm curled his fingers around Antonio’s chastity cage and enjoyed the heat in his hand. He locked eyes with Antonio and smirked. Antonio gulped. Malcolm pushed up his thighs, pulled out until the head caught, and thrust back in. “Yeah! That’s it boy!” Malcolm worked Antonio’s hole, pounding it with the fury of his lust. Keeping that boy horny was the best idea he ever had.
Antonio grasped the arm of the sofa. He balls became sore from being full and jostled. His cock swell and strained. He squirmed under the relentlessness power of an alpha in full rut. Antonio found it hard to look directly at him, he was so intimidating. So Antonio just kept his eyes locked on that strong chest and shoulders flexing under the thin fabric of the tee. “Aahh Sir!”
“Oh, yeah! FUCK!” Malcolm squeezed hard into Antonio’s thighs and roared as he came. He emptied his balls full from porn he’d been consuming. He filled Antonio’s passage until it squirted out. Malcolm gave him a few more wet thrusts, vocalizing under his breath. A wave of utter bliss and satisfaction flooded through his muscular frame. “God I love fucking you..”
“Thank you.” Antonio’s hand drifted to his cage. It was leaking onto his balls, which were dark and red.
“Ah ah – no.”
Antonio whimpered.
“No,” Malcolm said. He pulled out. He watched the cum leak out of Antonio’s twitching hole. “Yes…lovely.”
“I’m so fucking horny Sir please-”
Malcolm silenced him with a look. He held up a finger and left the room. Antonio heard the fridge open and close and he groaned. Malcolm returned carrying a flat ice pack you use to wrap around sore muscles.
“Sir.” Antonio protested when Malcolm came back in.
“Stay on your back, boy.”
Antonio exhaled. Malcolm put the ice pack over Antonio’s full cock and balls. He mewled.
“Once you’ve calmed down, clean the cum off the sofa.” Malcolm paused in the doorframe. “If you keep leaking, put a condom around it. Don’t want to find any messes under the coffee table again.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Antonio?”
“Yes Sir?”
“You’re a good boy.” Malcolm left to go shower and put his pants back on. “Wait no.” He stuck his head back in. “MY good boy.”

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Jack tossed his cap on the counter. “Stop stop. I’ve had enough of
this. Aaron this, Aaron that. You can’t go one hour without saying his
name. I know I invited you over here cause you’ve been depressed, but
now I see that’s cause you’re just wallowing in it.”
Mick pouted.
“Well I mean – what do you expect me to do? It was such a stupid fight,
and it was going so well. He was so hot, and he fucked me a lot. How can I live
my life knowing if he will or won’t ask me back. I miss him.”
Jack walked up to Mick. “If he takes you back, don’t go.”
“W-what? Why not? I would in a heartbeat! It’s all I can think about.”
“Aaron
didn’t appreciate you. He didn’t care about your feelings. Do you
listen to yourself when you talk about the fight? From what I hear Aaron
barely acknowledged you were in a relationship. Sounds like he kept you
around as a convenient lay. You deserve better. And yeah he’s hot.
Maybe he’s a good fuck. But you’re so young, and have so many hot fucks
ahead of you. Don’t waste your best years on dumb guys who don’t treat
you well., especially in bed.”
“Easy for you to say! You have no
problem getting guys. It’s so hard…I’m not hot like you. I don’t know
when my next fuck or boyfriend comes along?”
Jack smiled a little. “You think I’m hot, Michael?”
Mick flushed. “Well – I mean, you’re attractive yeah. Hotter than me.”
Jack
lifted Mick’s chin with his thumb. “Hey. Don’t put yourself down so
much. You have a classic, American boy next door look. And those boys
becomes hot daddies. Definitely desirable.”
Mick’s gaze glanced to
the side. “Everyone wants a model’s face. A boy next door look? I don’t
know anyone who finds that attractive.”
“Me.”
Mick swallowed. “…You?”
“Yeah.”
“…But you’d never fuck me.”
Jack smiled. “You never asked.”
Mick blinked.
“It
doesn’t have to mean anything, but…if you let me, I’d show you just
what it’s like when a man cherishes you during sex. I feel like you’ve
never had that. Makes me sad.”
“Cherishes …me?” Mick whispered.
“Yes. Can I kiss you?”
Mick considered his friend’s face and then nodded.

Jack
didn’t pounce, but leaned in, gentle as a kitten. Mick exhaled softly
through his nose. Jack didn’t rush to grope. He waited for Mick to
relax, kiss back. That’s when he cupped the back of Mick’s head and took
a step forward, deepening it, adding tongue. He half expected Mick to
tighten, panic, withdraw, grumble how it was all a mistake. But Mick
melted against him. His pulse quickened. He twisted his fingers in
Jack’s shirt. There. He was ready.

They never made it to the bed.
Almost. Mick had Jack standing up, hand braced on the mattress for
support. Jack didn’t want to break the touches, the kisses. The way Mick
was caressing him was divine. It made him feel so warm. All that horny
frustration was floating right to the surface. For the first time he
felt so impatient to be fucked. He arched against Jack, trying to convey
how he felt. His head was too muzzy for speech. It took Mick a moment
to realize that he was acting slutty. It excited him. He’d never been so
deep in bottom headspace before. Hell, his own cock seemed kind of
irrelevant. He was hard for sure, but Jack’s cock was much more
interesting. He wanted it. He wanted a man inside him. Jack heard a voice say. “Put it in me.” and was shocked to realize it was his own.

When
Jack penetrated him, his knees nearly gave in. Oh sweet merciful Jesus,
it didn’t even hurt! I just slid right in. Mick could smell the scent
of lube and sweat and cum. The scent of sex. Was it really supposed to
be like this? Could it always be like this? It was never like this was Aaron.

Mick decided Jack was right – if Aaron tried to take him back, he wouldn’t go.

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A solid fist rapped at the door.
Donovan raised his head. “It’s open.”
AJ let himself in. He paused in the door frame. “Good lord.” He closed the door.
Donovan
gave him a moment to clarify what he meant, but when the man did not,
he said his speech: “There’s condoms in the bowl, waters in the
mini-fridge. Leave the money on the dish on the fridge.”
“Right to
business. I normally like that but…” AJ paused with his hand on his belt
buckle, his half hard cock straining against his jeans.
Donovan raised his head. “What’s wrong?”
AJ glanced around. “You’ve been busy tonight.”
“My ass isn’t particularly much to look at, but there’s a reason men come back often.”
AJ
grunted and dropped the money in the dish. “Not what I meant. I mean
look at this place…” He adjusted the pillows on the small sofa. Picked
up the wadded up blanket and folded it. He set it on a chair, and put
the bedroom pillows on top of it in a balanced stack. AJ took a hoodie
and shirt off the back of the chair and hung them in the closet. Donovan
watched him, too astonished for words. A dry towel hung on a coat rack
was relegated to the bathroom. He even filled a coffee mug with water
from the sink and watered the plant.

“Uh,” Donovan said.
“Get up.”
“P-pardon?”
“Get up.” AJ gestured with a flick of his hand.
Donovan glanced at his crotch, then up at his face. “Ok… up where?”
“Where’s your clean sheets?”
“Uh…bathroom, linen closet behind the door?”
AJ
found it easily. Not too many spaces things could be in a studio
apartment. He pulled out a fitted sheet and sniffed it. It’d do. “Ok.
I’m going to change the bed. Go take a shower.”
“Dude what the fuck man. If this isn’t clean enough for you, you can go get your dick wet at a hotel or something.”
“I’ve
paid for you, and I want you, and I’m going to have you. But your
thirst and impatience for cock is making you ignore the first rule of
business – first impression are everything, boy. Now go shower. And
moisturize.”

Donovan rolled his eyes and closed the door. Ten
minutes later, he came out smelling like lotion. He paused for a moment
in the doorway of the bathroom, caught off guard a tad by how nice it
looked. Everything was tidied, floor cleared. Bed straightened. Dishes
in the sink. There was a change in sound in the room, and a breeze. It
took Donovan a minute to process why.
“Dude people are going to hear us with the window open.”
AJ
smirked and pulled off his belt. “I better fucking hope so, or I’m
taking some of those bills back.” He folded the belt in half and tapped
Donovan on the butt. “On the bed with you.”

Donovan flashed a grin. “Alright, that’s what I’m talking about.” He tossed AJ the lube.
AJ
ripped a condom opened with his teeth. He sighed when his cock was
freed. It dripped a strain of pre on the floor. “Wait’s almost over…
don’t you worry.”
AJ didn’t anticipate Donovan needing to be
stretched, and he was right. Boy was warm and ready to go. The young man
tensed a little around the final inch, sending frisson up AJ’s spine.
“Good lord, yeah… I get it now. Fits like a glove.” He gave that ass a
complimentary squeeze from both size.
Donovan moaned under him.
“Good
whore… man, I love whores. God bless whores.” AJ held Donovan down with
a palm on the back of his skull and pounded that ass, working out all
his frustrations and stress from the road. He was quite surprised to
last as long as he did. The few final thrusts left the bed as crooked as
when AJ arrived. He rested his weight on Donovan’s back, drifting in
and out of a daze, until his strength came back to pull out.

AJ
sat back on the edge of the bed, caught his breath, and watched his cock
soften against his leg. He tied off the condom and held it up to look
at it. “Shit, look at this. It’s like the size of my left nut.”
Donovan twisted to see. “Judging by what was hittin’ the back of me, your nuts were a lot bigger than that.”
AJ smirked. “Well not anymore. Not after your fine ass milked all that jizz out. Things should fit better in my underwear now.”
“Another satisfied customer~”
AJ jiggled Donovan’s buttocks. “Golden arches: A million served?”
Donovan barked out a laugh. “A million served. Christ, no. My hole couldn’t take that.”
“You take care of your ass, it’ll handle dick until you die, boy.” AJ threw the condom in the trash on top of a pile of tissues.
“Man, wouldn’t that be a way to go… fucked to death.”

A knock came at the door. Donovan glanced at the clock over the door. “Oh there’s another. I’ll let him know-”
AJ held up a hand. “It’s fine. There’s someone in here, but you can come in.”
A Hispanic man walked in. “Fuck, is there a two for one special in here?”
AJ laughed and hefted his balls. “I’m all empty. You mind if I watch though?”
The man raised an eyebrow and licked his lip. “God look at your pecker…fine by me, if it’ll get you hard.”
Donovan interrupted. “Excuse me.”
“What?” Both men said at the same time.
Donovan gestured to the plate above the fridge.
AJ picked his pants up off the floor. “Fine, fine.”

The man added his share to the pile. “This looks like a buy in for poker,” he joked. “Hope I get a royal flush.”
AJ sauntered over to add new bills to the pile. “Well it won’t be a straight flush, I’ll tell ya that right now.”
The
Hispanic man clutched his belly as he laughed. “This is gonna be a fun
night! I can already tell.” He began to unbutton his shirt. “You know
how I know?”
Donovan shook his head. “
”Cause it looks real nice in here. I like that. Dirty space, dirty putas you know? It’s like a restaurant. If the bathroom is dirty, dios mio, don’t look at the kitchen.”

Donovan
shot a look at AJ. AJ gave that ass another squeeze. “Told you,” he
mouthed to Donovan. AJ stood up and acquiesced the bed to the next
guest, then grabbed a water and settled on the sofa to watch.

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Horned up after their shower, being instructed to oil each-other sent them into a make-out frenzy. They began making out before the director gave the cue. They didn’t care about directors and lights and noises. They had been unlocked after being restrained for a week, and their ability to resist impulses was down to zero. There was cock, and ass, and a bed, and they were going to fuck. Eventually someone hit “record” and just let them have at it. Natural-style porn always sold well, so the directors just let the boys give in to their natural instincts to rut. It was a beautiful sight to behold.

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“Just, fuck, I can’t believe I didn’t get the offer. They were even making it sound like I did. Maybe I’m already burning out.”
“Hjorn.” I sat across from him on the window seat, my back to the window over looking 5th Avenue.
“What?” he grumps.
“We spoke about this before. It’s probably a good thing. Like your manager said, when you’re a new model you need to be everywhere, but as you get more of a profile going, you need to start crafting an image and niche of what you fill. This gives you value and helps clients find you. That company didn’t fit your image at all. You’re sexy and sophisticated. Cutesy isn’t your thing, and it’s better you didn’t get it. You need to focus on your shoot for the cologne today and on landing Balmain. That’s perfect for you.”
“And I love their style more,” Hjorn agrees. “That’s me.”
“Yes. Exactly. So don’t be too upset. Disappointed, fine, but not upset. You’re going to be huge. Especially if you get called back for that HBO show.”

Hjorn puts an arm on the back of the chair and leans back. With his knees spread, I can see up his robe a little. Just a little. He knows. “You know, Sylvie keeps asking me who you are to me. I guess as my manager she’s worried about people exploiting me as I get more well known. But I just couldn’t explain to her why exactly I like you around. And that’s why.” He points. “Right there. Because you tell me just what I need to hear, just like it is – not because you want my approval or for me to like you, but because I need to hear it. You don’t have secret intentions. You’re just my friend looking out for me. And even though we’ve been fucking since college, you’ve never tried to make it anything else. Which I don’t want right now. And I don’t have time for. And I never have to worry about your intentions. Cause you’d tell me.” Hjorn stands up and walks over to the bed in the other room. I stare at him for a stunned moment as my ears turn red.

I get up and follow him. “That’s…thank you? I mean, you are my friend. I just want things to turn out well for you.”
Hjorn sits on the bed. The corner of his perfect mouth comes up a little. “You are. Thank you. Now are you going to come over here and fuck me before Sylvie gets here or what? I feel like I’m going to jump out of my skin from stress.”
“Oh absolutely,” I groan. I walk over to him and slide my hand up his robe. “Been wanting this all day.”
”You can have it.”
I pull the tie apart with my other hand. My mouth goes to his neck.
Hjorn whimpers and puts an arm around me. “Fuck, your hand…”
The robe falls open. I push him to the bed and kneel sprawled over his legs. His chest is a curved hill of barley, pale and dotted with freckles. I continue with his neck as I stroke him. His leg muscles tense and jump under me, and feeling his body squirm makes me so painfully hard.
“In me,” Hjorn begs with reedy gasps. “In me. Now.”
I have to detach myself from him to fumble for the lube under the pillow. I fumble to get myself out of my slacks. I fumble with the lid. It’s impossible to use lube without making a mess. I let the mess happen. I’m between his parted legs now. One finger goes in easily. The noise he makes sends goosebumps down my back. Hjorn fists the sheets. “More!”

I push in a second, but the third takes a moment. “You’re so taut today…you need to relax a little…”
“I can’t! I’m under so much goddamn stress it feels like I’ll never relax!”
“You poor thing. You’re gonna snap if you keep this up.”
“In!” he demands, louder and more angry. I love it. The fire in me is stoked white hot.
I guide myself inside him without giving him time to adjust. The sensation of him enveloped around me is exquisite. I bend over and return to tasting his neck. His thighs slam against my hips and I push past his point of resistance until my cock is against his prostate.
“Oh FUCK!” he roars. “Yeah just – there! Oh god, harder, do it harder!”
I obey him, thinking if I can just fuck him fast enough and deeply enough that for a moment he won’t be thinking of his modeling career or his life or that account he didn’t get. That maybe I can push all that stress up to the surface and it’ll be washed away when the orgasm breaks and the hormones flood. His body is wired tight, his nerves a tight bunch. He needs this, and not from anyone else but me.
I place one hand on the bed to steady myself, and the other curls around his cock. I’d forgotten about it. He moans my name and arches his back. “I’m close!”
Sometimes, when he says that, I like to stop and torment him a while with slow trusts and ghostly touches to his glans… but I think if I tried that today, he may actually murder me. I dig my toes into the floor and drive into him hard. “Take it!”
“FUCK!” he yells. We rut for an impossible moment until my lungs are burning and I’m sure he’s going to outlast me. “Fuck!” he wails again. Cum fouts all over his chest. He fists the sheets, pulling the flat out from where it’s tucked under the mattress. I heave breath against his shoulder as I empty inside him. All of it. The one place that the adoring public can’t see or get to. That spot is mine. It is marked.

Hjorn looks at me through half slit eyes but not really seeing me. His lips are so full and pink that I can’t help but kiss him. He lazily throws is arms over me and shares it. “Mnnn…” His knees fall to the side. My cock is too soft to stay in now and slides out. I rub it against where it’s been in him anyway. It’s warm and familiar and I don’t want to be far from it.
“Fuck…” Hjorn whispers.
I nuzzle his cheek. His scent is different. The acrid aura of stress is gone. I run my fingers over his chest. “You spilled all yourself out…”
Hjorn looks down, almost in surprise. “I did, didn’t I?”
“You did.” I rest down next to him to recover. I feel a bit dizzy.
Hjorn’s phone makes a noise. It’s been charging on the nightstand. He reaches for it. Fumbles it. Then holds it. “Sylvie wants to make sure I’m ready,” he groans. “She’s gonna be here in fifteen minutes.”
“She’s early,” I remarked.
Hjorn looks at his phone again. “…No, she’s actually running late.”
I look at my watch. “Jesus.”
That makes Hjorn laugh. It’s a beautiful sound. If bells could echo off wood, that’s what it would sound like. Soon I’m laughing too, just for the joy of seeing him smile. The furrow in his brow is gone too.

We get out of the shower just in time for Sylvie to walk through the door. She eyes me suspiciously as I help Hjorn with his belt as he works the buttons on his shirt. When she notices the hickie, she loses it, and I’m trying not to die of smothering laughter as she escorts him out, Hjorn waving off her concerns with a casual air of dismissal. God, that lad. Absolutely precious. He’s going to be famous one day.

I stay behind to recover and clean up the mess we hid under the duvet. Later that night, Hjorn calls me and tells me the director loved the hickie and kept it in the shoot, despite Sylvie’s objections. When the photos came out, we sure did have had a fun time reading the Instagram comments about them. Everyone thought they were from a woman.

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