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"Never."
Jax released his chin and stepped back. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock—already half-hard, that familiar metal barbell catching the light. Marcus's mouth watered instantly. Three weeks ago, the sight of that piercing had made him want to run. Now it made him want to drop to his knees.
"One more before you go pack," Jax said, stroking himself slowly. "Consider it a goodbye to your old life."
Marcus didn't need to be told twice. He sank to his knees on the cold concrete floor, the fresh tattoo on his back screaming in protest as he bent forward, and he took Jax's cock into his mouth like it was the most natural thing in the world.