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Seemed not.

“Okay,” Alessio said. “Did you mean that when you told her it didn’t bother you at all to think of me being with her—fucking her, Corrado, or having her with me?” Corrado opened his mouth to speak, but Alessio was quick to jump in with, “She’s not the same as when we shared women before. This is different. Feelings are at play here—emotions. She’s not the same to you.”

Corrado remained quiet.

Alessio continued on with, “Can you mean what you said knowing that?”

“Yes.”

There was the truth again.

Staring him right in the face.

Corrado grinned in his way—cocky and dark. The sight alone was enough to get Alessio’s cock perking to life. How long had it been since Corrado leveled the look on him, and fuck, he’d missed it.

The man inched closer to Alessio, closing the bit of small space between them until they were eye to eye, one with his hands in his pockets, and one with his arms folded across his chest. Corrado looked calm with his easy, arrogant stance, and Alessio was trying to keep a wall built up around him with his.

They were hard to let down.

“What do you want to hear, huh?” Corrado asked. “About her, Les. What she tastes like after she’s come a few times? The sound of her screams in the morning when she’s still hoarse and raw? The way she looks on her knees when she’s got you buried down her throat?”

Fuck.

“Ask,” Corrado added, his tone dropping, “and I will tell you.”

He could ask a lot.

So many fucking things.

He fantasized far more than he should. To punish himself, and because he wanted it. Wanted her, wanted her with Corrado, and wanted her between them. Everything else was hard.

That would be easy.

“Well?” Corrado asked.

“What does she look like when you’re fucking her?”

Corrado flashed a smirk. “Of course, that’s what you ask.”

“You’ve always known what I like.”

“Watching me work.”

Alessio shrugged a shoulder.

Why deny it?

“She looks like art,” Corrado said, “she always looks like art.”

A centimeter closer, and he’d be able to taste the lust right from Corrado’s mouth. He was a breath away from closing the distance, but the ringing in his pocket broke their staring contest, and the conversation.

A familiar ringtone.

Dare.

The League.

Corrado dropped his stare, and so did Alessio. “You should get that, yeah?”