Chapter Ten

There is heat within the room of Leon’s domain. One that forces his body heat to quiver with sheer and utter delight. So much so that shivers not of coldness or brittleness but of soaring power spark down his spine. That is the sensation of how he feels once inside his favorite masonry. A right hand brings down to the lower back of Robin’s back. The submissive man’s back is covered in claw marks which turns that pale, toned flesh of his to a peachy red color. Even so, that did not stop his nails from digging into the man’s skin while his boney hips bash into Robin’s backside making his bubbly rear jiggle in a rhythmic motion. Both of them share a lustful and peering moan that travels throughout the empty space of the room. Leon’s right-hand grips the sheets of the cot that both men are on. Between his fingers he clings to the black blanket, pulling upon it which forces his body to impale Robin’s even harder than once before. Flesh mesh together as if they are one person molding with t