Mark Me Yours
He just hadn’t anticipated HOW good Michael would look in it…
“Moo,” Michael said with a mischievous pout.
“You can say that again…” Edwardo all but panted, his penis straining against its confines.
Michael grinned, taking in the view himself. For all the time they’d been dating, and even with living here the past week and a half, he’d yet to see Edwardo shirtless. Even that time a few days ago where Michael had suggested they go swimming in Edwardo’s indoor pool, he’d worn a shirt. But those arms, that chest, the six pack, and that v-line that drew the eye so perfectly down… Michael bit his lip.
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