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The kiss was slow, sure, like a promise made in the silence of falling snow. Their mouths moved together gently, tasting laughter and something deeper. When they finally pulled apart, Carson exhaled, his voice a whisper. “Well. That was worth the fall.” Raymond chuckled against his lips. “Let’s fall more often.” Carson grinned. “You first next time.” Raymond rolled off him with a groan, flopping into the snow beside him. “Deal. But next time, I’m bringing padding.” Carson turned his head toward him. “You mean armor?” Raymond glanced sideways, smiling. “No. For the heart.” They lay there for a moment, side by side, the snow falling around them, their hands finding each other in the cold. The snow kept falling, but the skies were still light, and the adrenaline from their fall had them both laughing as they stood again, brushing themselves off. Carson threw a snowball at Raymond’s back, earning a dramatic sigh and a return volley that smacked him square in the chest. “You’re s

Raymond smirked at himself while his entire frame seemed to engulf him from behind. Carson waited patiently for him, for his cock, and for the warmth they were working on together. He waited patiently for the feeling and for the service he was bound to render to his waiting ass.In silence, except for their heightened breath and unaired thoughts, Raymond parted his thighs with his hand, lifted his left leg high enough while they occupied themselves with the view of the fire burning in the distance. In silence, he slipped his meaty cock through the parting in his thighs and then upwards towards his ass until he could feel himself brush past his buttcheeks. Carson arched his back slowly, held tightly onto his hand and then felt the large and meaty cock begin to permeate his juicy, wet and slimy tight juicy ass cheeks.Carefully and tender in his touch as though he was frightened that he might break him, he counted his breath while his cock finally nestled in between his ass wall

As the storm raged on outside, Raymond and Carson huddled together in the cave, trying to warm each other up. They had been there for hours, and the cold was starting to take its toll. Carson , who had been quiet for a while, suddenly spoke up. "We need to find a way to secure ourselves for the night," he said, his voice shaking with cold. "This storm isn't going to pass anytime soon." Raymond nodded, and together they started to gather rocks and branches to create a makeshift barrier against the wind and rain. As they worked, they talked about their lives, their dreams, and their fears. As the night wore on, they found themselves getting closer and closer, until finally, they were sitting right next to each other. It was then that Raymond turned to Carson and kissed him. It was a soft, gentle kiss, but it was enough to spark a passion that had been building all night. As the storm raged on outside, they made love in the cave again, their bodies warm and entwined. It was

Bianca wrapped her legs around her husband's waist as he moved up and down, taking her dick, their cum dripping on the soft rug. Their actions had ignited a fire in Raymond's body, and he had felt so good watching them fuck. He was hard and he took out his cock, masturbating and watching them at the same time. So much so that he felt like joining them. As Bianca and her husband kissed, his lips traveling to his breasts, Raymond stroked his cock faster. When Ben and his wife were done, Raymond quickly put his dick back in his pants and returned to the room and pretended to be asleep. For days and even months after that, Raymond could not stop thinking about it. he loved watching it, and he wanted to watch it again. But it was sinful, so he pushed the thought to the back of his head. So, was Carson telling the truth? Did he have a sexual voyeur after all? Yet he could not be so sure. “How can I be so sure?” “Would you like to be sure?” Carson said with a smirk.

“I know,” he said softly. “I didn’t respond because I was trying to pretend I could keep my distance. That I could do my job and protect you without letting myself feel it.” He exhaled hard, then leaned in closer, forehead nearly touching Carson’s. “But when I saw you on the ground… none of that mattered. All I could think was, please don’t let him die before I get the chance to say it back.” Carson didn’t say a word. Just looked at him, waiting. Raymond’s voice was raw now. Exposed. “I love you. God help me, I do. And I’ll never be late again.” Carson smiled, bloody and bruised but bright. “Took you long enough.” Raymond laughed—shaky and low—before pulling Carson into his arms like he’d never let go. “He’s trying to escape, Carson said, pointing in the direction Eli had fled. Raymond took off, fury in every stride. He chased Eli across the back lawn of the campus, past the trees and onto the empty field where shadows stretched long and unforgiving. Eli turned just as Raymond