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"Gen..." Those hips still moved, Dale's cock thick and long, wet-tipped and heavy with need.
"Si, caro. I know." Licking his lips, Gen leaned in, finally opening his mouth and taking Dale in
as far as he could with one strong pull.
A man could sell his soul for those sounds, for the way the moans rang out and filled his rooms.
Perhaps he already had. How else could he have such luck as to find Dale? Gen sucked hard, his
hands pushing at those jeans so he could find Dale's balls, cupping and rolling them.
"Darlin'. Darlin', I..." Dale arched, knees bending a bit, hips thrusting up toward his lips.
Gen closed his eyes and breathed through his nose, thinking briefly how long it had been since
he even wanted this, how usually he had someone do it to him. And then he stopped thinking and
just tasted, licking and moving his lips up and down, making Dale feel good.
Dale groaned and shifted, entire body beginning to beg as the pleasure grew, climax close.
Gen let go of Dale's balls, letting his fingers circle the base of Dale's prick and push up as he slid
his mouth down, adding pressure to the pleasure. He was pushing Dale to come, his whole self
needing to feel and taste it.
Dale grunted, prick pulsing in his lips, salt and heat splashing on his tongue. Oh. Oh, yes. Just so.
Perfect. The best sort of dance he could imagine. Gen licked Dale clean before letting him slip
free, bending to nuzzle at the golden fuzz on one thigh.
"I think we shall have to try the dancing again, caro. I lost track of the beat."
"Next time we'll have music, even." Dale swayed, a look of pure pleasure on his face.
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"We will. For now I suggest the bed." Dale would love his bed. Gen s knees popped as he stood,
making him laugh. "And a shower. I am a mess."
"Mmm. I'll scrub your dangly bits." Dale smiled, eyes twinkling.
"Do not think I will turn you down." Once again he took Dale's hand, leading his lover toward
bath and bed. There would be time for dances later. Many of them. He'd make sure of it.
Chapter Six
He found his tightest jeans, a CD with his favorite music, a fake leather shirt, and got himself
dolled up. It felt a little weird, getting ready to dance in a house, getting ready for a private show.
A little weird and a lot sexy, really.
Dale leaned forward, lined his eyes with the barest hint of eyeliner, darkened his eyelashes just
the tiniest bit. If he was lucky, Gen would like it. Want it.
Want him.
"Are you ready in there, Dale? I'm waiting." That accented voice scraped across his nerves so
good, making his breath catch.
"Turn the music on, darlin'. I'm ready." He pinched his nipples a couple of times, licked his lips.
The music started up only moments later, the low, throbbing beat just perfect. He could hear Gen
make a happy noise, could hear the rustle as Gen sat back down.
Dale pushed the brim of his hat down, stroked the bulge in his jeans once, and opened the
bathroom door, dancing to the music, hips moving nice and slow.
"Oh..." That sound, that one gasping noise, told him more than anything else could have how
much Gen liked his look. Which was a lot. A whole lot.
Oh, Hell, yes. Dale smiled, one hand trailing down his body, knowing that nobody but Gen could
see. Nobody but Gen would touch.
"That... Dale." Gen watched him like a bird of prey, those hot blue-green eyes just like lasers on
his skin. Every move, every bit of his body had Gen's full attention.
The shirt went first, slow and easy just halfway down his arms, the music letting him bounce a
little, play a little. Hell, play a lot. Each moan made him feel that much better, that much sexier.
At home.
Wasn't that a scary thought? Because this was Gen's place, but damn. It felt good. Right. Gen
shifted on the low sofa, legs moving restlessly, hands clenching and unclenching.
When the music sped up, he started riding the bull, one hand on his hat, the other balancing him.
Hell, yes. That felt good.
A low moan tore from Gen, sorta echoing the music. Like it was part of the beat. Yeah. That just
helped him move and move, hips grinding.
His cock didn't get hard often, doing this, but this time it did. He was swollen and aching, prick
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