"What kind of question is that?" "I mean, lookit 'em." Dom gestured again, and Billy quickly scooted back, not in any hurry to have a beer bath. "Both of 'em so pretty." "Men aren't pretty." "They are." Billy followed Dom's finger, stared in appreciative silence at the sight. Elijah was straddled on Dave's lap, both of them flushed, lips bruised from slow kisses, hair spiky and wild from eager hands, eyes bright with need. Thought maybe Dom had a point.
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