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standing before him, “Plus I might have mentioned something along the lines of getting throttled by a knight-in- shiny -armor.” He glanced out the window to the collector’s model in the parking lot. Silver sides with black trim and fenders. Chrome manifold pipes laced out the side of the engine panels and the added feature of whitewall spoke tires gave it that Great Gatsby roadster look. His baby sisters, who were all about Steampunk fashion, would approve. “Nice armor.” Darko’s eyes glided from the car outside and back to the man standing inside, his voice teasing like a dribble of melted chocolate just begging to be licked away. “So, what happened to the Mercedes?”
    “Had them take it back.” Maxum shrugged.
    “And now you have?” Darko let the question ring out, to offer the man a chance to brag about his replacement ride.
    “A 1936 Auburn boat-tail roadster.” Another mild shrug, “I’ve had this one for some time.”
    Darko stepped in, closing the gap between them and leaned in, “I like this one better.” Darko spoke as he delivered a tempting kiss that licked over Maxum’s lips.
    The air left Maxum’s lungs. That’s it. “Can you get out of here?” Maxum was nearly growling with lust. His head falling against Darko’s forehead, exchanging deep gasps of hot breath.
    Darko kept close, purposely teasing him further with the heat of his body, “What did you have in mind?”
    “I only came by to ask if you had plans for tonight, but just looking at you has got me so hard, I doubt I could sit down without my cock busting through my pants.”
    Darko’s grin deepened, his eyes shifting his focus once more to the unique car outside that screamed Steampunk racecar, but what mattered most right now was it didn’t have much room for playing around in. “No back seat.” He verbally pointed out, turning back to him.
    “Gotta broom closet?” Maxum sputtered, leaning in to steal a kiss from Darko who reciprocated and fed the need instantly.
    Darko let the kiss linger until he could no longer stand so close and not touch the man by any other means but their lips. He pulled his head back wrenching the lips apart, “I have an office.” He offered in a heated groan.
    “There’s a desk?” Maxum growled.
    “Yes.”
    “Perfect.” Maxum’s tongue lapped out from his mouth, reaching to have the taste of the man’s mouth returned to him. Just then, out of the corner of his eyes, his saw the blur of black hands coming up and he instantly caught Darko’s wrists, before the greasy brute could mangle yet another suit. Maxum held him steadfast, while his tongue found its target and laved over Darko’s. Sucking at it before chewing on his lips, which got the man he was kissing, and holding back at the same time, growling.
    Darko playfully tested Maxum’s grip, pressing more of his weight into the hold and Maxum’s hands tightened further around them holding ground.
    “Oh— if you think we’re doing this without me touching you, you’re wrong.” Darko pushed into him and began walking Maxum backwards, towards the small office room in the back corner of the shop.
    “I have to return to the office after this.”
    “Don’t you keep a spare suit there?” The debate was on.
    They reached the door, Darko’s eyes peered down at the handle with a wry grin and waited. Maxum let one wrist go, to grasp the door handle, and that’s when Darko moved in for the kill. Darko’s hand was fisting into Maxum’s jacket and shirt, just as before, and forcibly pulled them together and devoured his mouth with a burning kiss. Maxum opened the door and shoved Darko inside the room, not bothering with the lights, “You pig.” Maxum growled, shutting the door and then began stripping his clothes off.
    Darko let out a light sinister chuckle, his eyes filled with carnivorous flames of lust as he watched Maxum undress, “I’ve been called many things before. Pig — isn’t one of them.”
    “Shut up and get