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Not when Bo was holding him, kissing him like Larry mattered, like he was important and maybe even special.
They didn’t know each other. They’d hardly even spoken, so Larry needed to rein in any thoughts of picket fences and spanking benches.
Instead, he enjoyed the kiss, the play of Bo’s tongue over his, the sucking and nipping, the caresses as Bo moved his hands over Larry’s body.
After several minutes, they broke apart, both panting.
“Jesus,” Bo muttered. “Think you melted me.”
Larry laughed. “No, no you’re right here, hard and—” He wanted to reach down and cup Bo’s dick but refrained. “Not melted, definitely not melted.”
Bo touched Larry’s cheek—which seemed to be a thing Bo liked doing—then he moved back a step and took one of Larry’s hands in his. “We should eat.”
“We should,” Larry agreed, and while he was happy, an internal debate began.Should I take Bo back home with me? Should we fuck? We could go to Bo’s place. Or maybe we should wait.
“Larry, we don’t have to make any commitments tonight,” Bo said, interruptingLarry’s thoughts. “But I’d like to get to know you better, in whatever ways you’re open to.”
“Okay. W-we can do that.” Larrywantedto do that.
