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He began gliding his hands down to the button of my pants, fumbling to urgently unzip them and push them down to my ankles.

I moved him against the wall and shot him an enticing grin. “Now you’re backed into a corner, literally.”

“I’m shaking with delight, not fright,” he quipped.

“What are you going to let me do about it?” I asked, eyeing him hungrily.

“I’m going to let you fuck me hard,” he whispered.

“Good,” I responded, pleased by his enthusiasm. “Because we need to christen our private room before the club opens its doors to the first member.”

“Keep talking like that,” Felix moaned into my ear, nibbling on my earlobe as he snaked his fingers around my hard cock and began stroking it delicately. “It gets me all hot.”

“I’ll keep you hot for the rest of your life, baby,” I said.

“I hope that’s a promise,” he whined as I grabbed his cock and wrapped my hand around it.

I pumped up and down, making him moan. I loved to hear his sounds of pleasure. I relished in watching him squirm with ecstasy under my grasp. This section of our lives was only just beginning, illuminated by purpose and driven by desire. I couldn’t wait to fuck him into the next day, into oblivion for that matter.

The world was ours and we weren’t going to waste a single second, sharing our passion not only everywhere we went, but especially in the club that we had built for each other. It was an everlasting representation of love and freedom, and we intended to keep it that way, forever and always.

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