Song recommendation: Never EnoughAfter taking his shower, Storm, in a night robe, left his room and went to Bash's door. He knocked. Once. Twice. A third time. His jaw tightened with each passing second before the door finally cracked open."What do you want?" Bash asked groggily, squinting against the hallway light. His hair was a mess, pillow creases still etched into his cheek.Storm stared at him, irritation flickering across his face. He wanted to smack the boy on his head for making him wait. But then his eyes drifted lower. The oversized white t-shirt hung off one shoulder, exposing smooth, clear skin. Bash had lost his stubble. He looked cleaner overall, still leaner than before, but somehow softer. Storm's dick tightened in his pants. He realized in that moment he rarely paid attention to the boy. But then again, he was only here because his body only wanted Bash at the moment."We had an appointment at 7," he said, annoyance bleeding into his voice."Oh, that." Bash rubbed
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