Orlando grinned, spun in a slow circle. "Bet you say that to all the boys." "Just you." Eric patted his knees, eyes dark as he watched Orlando saunter to him, drape those incredible legs around his hips. Orlando's skin was bronzed, hair curling around his nape. Curled perfectly in Eric's fist as he bared a slender throat, marked his territory with beard-rough kisses. "Not much time, y'know." Orlando scooted closer until they were pressed tight and hot, breastplates clanging, tongue tracing the seam of Eric's lips. "Then you'll have to make it count," he breathed. "Make it fast."
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