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Jory gestured Damian overto the sprawling leather couch dominating the space. As Damian drewnearer, Jory grasped his sleeve then pushed him down onto the sofa.Jory slumped down next to him and handed Damian a champagneflute.

“Cheers.” Theyclinked glasses and sipped their drinks.

Damian’s eyes widened.“Wow, this is good champers. I mean, really good.” He took anotherdeep draw and leaned back. “I might have to visit more often ifthis is the kind of thing you serve me.”

Jory leaned over and tookthe glass from Damian’s fingers, placing it with his glass on theside table. “Well, now you’ve wet your whistle, I think it’s timefor the kiss you promised me.”

He pulled Damian to himand covered his lips. Jory tasted of fruit and sin, his mouthimmediately yielding beneath Damian’s, his tongue darting out andpushing its way into his mouth. Damian was already half-hard andthe wanton action drove him to full mast. He groaned as Jorygrasped the back of his head, bringing them even closer.

He couldn’t get enough ofthis man, of his sensuality and the scent of spicy aftershavewafting into his nostrils. He reached down, brushing Jory’s groinwith his hand, and the moan the man breathed against their enjoinedlips drove him crazy. Damian drew his mouth away and Jory chasedafter it with a murmured protest.

“Open myjeans,” Jory rasped, his eyes hooded, lips swollen and wet. “I wantto feel your hands on me. Jerk me off. Hard.”

Damian lost his breath inanticipation but wasted no time in unzipping the jeans lying tightagainst Jory’s groin, and then slid his hand into Jory’s boxers. Hefound what he was looking for, and damn, wasn’t that handfuldelicious. He slid his thumb over the tip, spreading the wetnessover Jory’s cock.

“Fuck, fuck,fuck,” Jory grunted between gritted teeth. “Feels so good. Harderthough. I’m not made of porcelain.”

Their lips smashedtogether as Damian tightened his grip and stroked his lover,revelling in the noises escaping from between their lips. Somehow,Jory had found his way into Damian’s pants and was fondling hisballs, though with some difficulty as his jeans were prettytight.

“Fuck this.”Jory stood, motioning to Damian to do the same. “Get your gear off.I want to see all of you.” He stripped frenziedly and was soonnaked, his long lean frame muscled and inviting, his dick lyinghard against his belly. Damian rapidly disrobed too, and when hislast piece of clothing fell to the floor, Jory gasped.

“You may looklike an adorable, sexy geek with your windblown hair and glasses,but fuck, you’re all sinew and muscle. Must be all the jujitsu youdo.”

Jory’s cock was cut, andswollen purple at the tip, and Damian’s mouth watered at thethought it might soon be in his mouth.

Christ, I’mone lucky man to get to sample this body. He’s perfect.

Jory grinned at him.“Like what you see? I know I do. God, you’re gorgeous.” His tonewas full of appraisal. “A fucking work of art.”

The time for words wasover. Damian pushed Jory back onto the couch, covering him with hisbody and rubbing their dicks together. Their frotting grew heavier,their uneven breaths echoing in the room, small sighs of pleasureescaping, and Damian knew he was close.

“Not longnow,” he gasped as he writhed against Jory’s sweat-slicked body.His rock star was a delightful mix of eagerness coupled with alarge dose of sexy, and Damian was so turned on, he couldn’t thinkstraight.

Jory tensed as his orgasmhit and he shuddered, spurting streams of hot, musky spunk overDamian’s groin and body. Damian cried out and continued to thrustagainst Jory’s slick body, making him hiss.

Finally it hit, andDamian grunted as he gripped Jory’s backside with iron fingers. Hebucked up and Damian felt the warm spurts of his release cover hislower belly.

He heaved a deep sighthen rolled to one side and raised an eyebrow at his lover. Jory’scheeks were flushed, his eyes heavy-lidded, and he looked ready tofall asleep.

“Are you oneof those men?” Damian teased as he wiped their combined stickyliquid off their bodies. He licked his fingers, watching Jory’spupils dilate. “You fall asleep after a good fuck?” His body waslanguorous, and to be honest, a bed would be a promising idea rightnow.

Will he askme to stay over or leave right away?

Before either of themcould speak again, a door clicked open and someone entered theroom. “Edge, I’m home. Are you here?”

Damian sat up and pulleda large cushion over his groin. “Jesus, is he your roommate?” hehissed. “What’s he going to think when he sees us here like this?We need to move.”

Jory stood, facedarkening. “You stay right where you are. We have nothing to hide,and he doesn’t deserve to be spared this.”

Damian stared at him butnodded. He held the cushion closer and took another one for goodmeasure, dragging it over himself as he peered over the top of thesofa.

“Jesus Christ.What the hell? Why do you have no clothes on?” Roger stood at theentrance, jacket over his shoulder, a look of disgust on hisface.

Jory smirked. “Because Iwas having a truly good fuck, Roger. You interrupted us.” He walkedover to the man, whose expression was full of contempt and anger.“I know it’s not something you’re accustomed to, but some of ushave a certain charm we can’t escape.” He blew on his fingernailsand wiped them against his sweaty, spunk-covered chest.

Damian took in Rogereyeing him. The middle-aged man was well-dressed, bearded, and hadthick brown hair, his brown eyes regarding Damian with the sameexpression Damian thought he’d give a cockroach found in the bottomof his now empty glass. The man was pale, with dark shadows underhis eyes. He didn’t look well.

Jory chuckled nastily.“Roger, meet Damian. Damian, meet Roger, my roommate, as you soquaintly put it.” He reached out a hand and took Damian’s. “Comeon, lover. Let’s go to bed. Unless you’re planning on leavingstraight away?”