“Mm,” the pretty young blond moaned. “Fuck, yeah.” He pressed his groan against the taller, huskier man who had him pinned to the wall, his wrists held captive above his head by one large hand. His eyes closed as an expression of pure bliss settled on his soft features. The barely-older-than-a-boy tilted his head, allowing the one feasting complete access to his delicate neck without actually realizing what was going on.
Any thoughts? Would you keep reading if a story began like this?
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