Don't call me yours, Mister
Lips were sealed together, swallowing down the airy sounds of pleasure as the high slowly disassembled.
Other than the labored breathing, the three story home was quiet and peacefully still. Every room was cast in a dim glow, the early morning rise had not yet reached its peak. The workout room on the ground floor whirred softly with its variety of machines and refrigerator stocked with refreshments. The home music studio taking up the entire third floor was shut down, all the systems, computers, and laptops off. The desk inside, neat with bits of clutter and papers, had a single photo frame set on the corner picturing two men with striking ungodly features smiling softly at the camera. Both
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