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beautiful but dammit Darko I don’t know how much longer I can hold on with this slow motion stuff. I need you pounding me—” Maxum growled, “Fuck me damn it.” He pushed back only to feel both hands back on his ass keeping him in place and damned if Darko didn’t make him endure it longer.
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    Maxum had every intention of getting dressed and leaving as soon as they were finished with their fuck fest, but just as much as his first time with Darko, he was so fully sated he fell asleep coiled up with the man’s arms and legs around him. He’d just get some sleep and slip out at first light. But when morning came he lingered, idly helping himself to a shower, telling himself he’d skip out after that, but now that he was standing there looking at the man lounging in the bed with a to die for body, Maxum still couldn’t bring himself to leave.
    He needed to get out of here. It was all wrong. He shouldn’t feel so transfixed with anyone as much as he wanted this one. However, already his cock was tenting under the towel wrapped around his hips. Even his ass, that until this last week and a half had been cock-free since he finished college, was aching to be stuffed again.
    Darko stirred in the bed, a hand floating over chest muscles, scratching then fell idle across his stomach. Maxum took a deep breath and groaned. Maybe just one more toss and then I’ll go . He told himself.
    Maxum crawled up on the bed positioning himself over the tantalizing body he’d just been admiring and planted a hand to either side of his head just hovering over him as he stirred awake.
    “There you are.” The sleepy tone whispered up at him. Darko rolled squarely on his back between his arms. His hips coming up off the bed to seek him out with a lurid invitation and Darko moaned some silent need for him.
    “You sleep like the dead. Lucky for me everything was easy to find.” Maxum spoke trying his best to not sound nearly as ensnared as he was at the moment.
    Darko pulled the towel from Maxum’s waist and tossed it to the floor, just looking up at him with some sinister amusement as if daring him to do something about it. His hips came up again pressing his turgid cock against his own knowing damn well what he was doing to him. He wasn’t leaving . Not until he had this man fucking him again and then he planned to drill him back. And Darko had secured that with just the simple brush of his cock on his. There wasn’t a passive bone in the man’s body and that was a problem.
    “You look frustrated.” Darko teased him, his hand pulling on their shafts together still grinding his hips up to add to the friction.
    Maxum groaned, “This can’t work out between us.”
    “Then why are you still here?” His hands never stopping, not even a hiccup in what they were doing.
    “Because you’re addicting.”
    “Well, in that case,” Darko’s arm came around his shoulders pulling him down for a kiss, “Want some candy little boy?”
    No sooner had their mouths met, Darko was rolling them both over until he had Maxum on his back and right away was moving down his chest, licking and kissing his way further down. His hands grabbed hold of Maxum’s thighs just as his mouth found his cock and in choreographed movements lifted his legs up while his mouth sank down over his shaft taking him all the way down.
    “Ah fuck,” Maxum gasped but the shock and awe didn’t stop there, Darko released his cock and then the purpose of his legs in the air became evident when Darko’s mouth closed around his freshly showered ass. “Ah fuck. Ahh fuck.” His hands clasping around the hands that held his legs. Darko sealed his lips around his tight opening and ran his tongue in circles, gently but feverishly urging the ring of muscles to relax. An indiscernible chain of growling and moaning escaped Maxum’s mouth as he fought to anchor himself against the crashing sensation against his sensitive hole.
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