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spinning him so his face was pressed
    against the wall. He wasn’t thinking too clearly when reached
    around to unbuckle Donte’s belt and undo his zipper. He found
    the tops of Donte’s hips and slid downward to press into the
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    hollows of his pelvis on either side of his cock. Adin dipped
    his hands lower, cupping Donte’s balls and cradling his dick as it
    thickened and firmed in his palm. Donte protested only slightly
    when his trousers hit the ground.
    “Adin, surely—”
    “Shh…” Adin used his upper body to push Donte’s into the
    wall even as he nudged Donte’s legs apart as far as they would
    go, trapped as they were. “Be my man, Donte.” He unzipped his
    leather pants, and his cock dropped hard and heavy against the
    skin of Donte’s ass.
    “A—”
    “My man and nothing more, right now,” Adin told him. “I
    need you, lover.”
    Donte’s muscles relaxed beneath his fingers. “All right.”
    “Oh, shit.” Adin reached around and stroked Donte’s uncut
    cock erect. “I want you so much. I dream about it every night.
    Tasting you. Filling you. Lying beneath you as you devour me.
    Only when I started looking for you, when I realized you were
    out here somewhere on the street waiting for me, I wanted so
    much more… I wanted—”
    “To hunt me,” Donte finished.
    Adin jabbed his cock into the cleft of Donte’s ass. He hissed,
    “Yes. And I’ve caught you, so you’re mine.” Adin used glistening
    drops of precome from Donte’s cock to tease at Donte’s hole,
    but it wasn’t enough. “Shit. We need lube lover. I don’t want to
    hurt you.”
    Donte held his hand up to what little light there was and tore
    his palm with an incisor. Blood dripped, viscous and thick, from
    the wound. “Spit on that.”
    Adin did as he was told. When Donte reached back and
    took hold of his cock, the sensation was exquisite. He squeezed
    through spit and blood, warm and nearly pulsing with life inside
    the tightness of a thick, cool hand. Adin drew in a shuddering
    breath and nearly blew right there. Donte played with fire by
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    thumbing the slit of Adin’s cock firmly but eased before Adin’s
    balls drew up. Donte pressed his hips backward while he pumped
    Adin’s cock a few more times.
    “Pay attention,” Donte teased when Adin momentarily lost
    focus. Adin wrapped an arm around Donte’s neck and surged
    against him, inching his way into Donte’s tight channel.
    “Ah. So good,” Adin moaned when he’d pushed his way in to
    the hilt and pressed his face into Donte’s back, breathing in the
    scent of him. He could feel Donte all around him as he began to
    glide and clutched a muscled shoulder for purchase.
    Adin wanted flesh beneath his fingers—not fabric—so he
    kept his dick in motion even as he helped Donte buck off one
    side of his coat. Together they unbuttoned and slipped his shirt
    off. As soon as Adin found skin he tasted Donte and teased him
    with teeth and tongue, nibbling and sucking up marks on his pale
    skin.
    “Adin…” Donte dropped his head back. “You’re burning me
    up.”
    “Touch yourself.” Adin held on and drove into Donte.
    A+nticipation heightened when Donte shifted to get his hand
    on his dick. Adin felt the change in Donte’s muscles as he stroked
    himself, felt him tense in satisfaction when he gave himself a
    particularly pleasurable pull.
    Sweat dripped into Adin’s eyes, stinging as he buried his face
    in the thick, dark hair at the nape of Donte’s neck. His heart
    thundered in his chest, and even knowing Donte’s heart would
    never beat for him in answer, he nearly sobbed with relief each
    time he sank into Donte’s cool body. Adin wanted to obliterate
    the awkward distance that grew so often between them. He
    pressed his cheek to Donte’s back, knowing he shoved him
    uncomfortably against the bricks on the wall beneath the fire
    escape, but unable to find the will to let him loose. He pumped
    frantically, flying toward