Page 11 of Forever and Always
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DARKE
Bobby’s eyes widened in surprise as my lips met his. The initial shock quickly transformed into something deeper, a yearning echo of the desire I’d sensed in him throughout the evening. His arms snaked around my neck, pulling me closer, and I responded in kind, deepening the kiss.
The world narrowed to the two of us, our senses heightened. The taste of him was intoxicating, a mix of mint and something undeniably masculine. His body fit perfectly against mine, a puzzle piece falling into place. I felt a surge of protectiveness, a primal instinct to shield him from the world.
As we broke apart for air, our foreheads rested against each other, our breaths mingling. His eyes, filled with a mix of desire and contentment, held me captive. “I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” he confessed, his voice low and husky.
A surge of satisfaction coursed through me. I had waited for this moment, anticipated it, and now that it was here, itexceeded all expectations. “Me too,” I replied, my voice barely a whisper.
The tension between us was palpable, a charged energy that crackled in the air. I wanted to explore this connection further, to dig deeper into the depths of our desire. “Would you like to come to my place?” The words slipped out before I could stop them.
Bobby’s eyes lit up with excitement. “I’d love to,” he replied, his voice filled with anticipation.
As we walked to the car, my hand found its way to his lower back, a comforting gesture that seemed to solidify our connection. He leaned into my touch, and I felt a surge of possessiveness. This was my territory now, and I was determined to make him feel safe, desired, and utterly captivated.
* * *
When we arrive at my place, I open the door and gesture for Bobby to enter. He steps inside, looking around with interest.
My apartment is modest, but cozy, with a few personal touches here and there. Bobby notices the photos on the mantle and walks over to take a closer look.
“Who’s this?” he asks, pointing to a photo of my family.
I walk over to join him, feeling a sense of pride. “That’s my family,” I say. “My mom, dad, and little sister. That was when I was still living with them.”
Bobby smiles, putting the photo back. “You come from a loving family,” he says, his eyes meeting mine.
Should I tell him how they didn’t accept me for who I was? That they disowned me for being gay?
I shake those thoughts, feeling I shouldn’t tell him yet.
Instead I go up to him, and start business with him, because my cock can’t wait any longer.
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BOBBY
Darke leans in to kiss me, and I moan in approval.
“Is this okay?” he says, his stubble grazes my face.
“Yes” I say with a whisper.
As Darke removes his shirt, I’m struck by his chiseled physique and the tattoos on his biceps. He’s even more handsome without his shirt on, and I feel a flutter in my chest.
Darke notices my gaze and smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Like what you see, little prince?” he teases, his voice low and playful.
I slowly gulp as I take in his muscular frame. He’s ripped.
I blush, feeling a bit self-conscious, but also excited. “Yeah, I do,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.
Darke takes a step closer, his eyes locked onto mine. “I’m glad you do,” he says, his voice filled with lust. “I feel the same way about you, Bobby.”
As our lips touch, I feel a rush of excitement and happiness through my erection under my pants.
Darke’s kiss is gentle yet passionate, and I can sense the emotion behind it. I moan softly, enjoying the sensation and the closeness between us.
