Your life needs an airbag. I swear, Anastagio, you should have come equipped when you were born.” Just then Dante leaned against him, brow between his shoulder blades for a moment, so tentatively Griff held his breath. His voice was almost sheepish. “Nah. Everyone knows I was born defective. They didn’t instal you until later.
Damon SuedeTag: love-friendship-support-sweet
It's a kilt, dumbass. It's only a skirt if I'm wearing underwear.
Damon SuedeAnd Lord knows there are more than enough rooms to love someone properly, even if they don't all have floors or ceilings.
Damon SuedeTag: erotic-romance m-m-romance gay-romance hot-head
Whatsamatter?" Dante scraped a hand over his abs, his neck, the side of his face--collecting his jizz. He sucked his pleasure off his lower lip. "I gave myself a fuckin' necklace.
Damon SuedeGriff held his breath while Dante's hand slid against the side of his soft bulge. He tried to remember that they were just two friends joking around on the corner in Brooklyn.(...) "Yeah. I coulda…you don't have to play undersea treasure hunt in my damn pants."
"Gotta watch out for that electric eel." Dante closed his hand over the ring and winked and pulled his fist out.
Hey, Alek, you want us to, you know, weed-whack at all?" Dante tugged at his pubic hair. "Clip the curlies."
"Uh, no. Our members prefer natural hair. Are both of you...?"
"Manscaped?" Dante smiled. "I'm fucking Italian; I been mowing my lawn since I was thirteen. My brother taught me."
Jesus. "I'm not." Griff's eyes bulged. He'd never thought about trimming down there.
Dante gave his crotch a once over. "Griff's pretty neat on his own. Scottish hedge!
Always be working on at least one thing you'd be jealous of.
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