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"Your skin feels good."
"Open my pants, Mitch. I'm yours to do with as you please."
His eyes fluttered open, then closed again. Mark withdrew his mouth from his lips briefly to speak the words, and the pause gave Mitch a moment to contemplate. His senses were screaming to be appeased. His cock was straining against his zipper. The impression of Mark's lips burned hotly against his mouth. Sweat stood in tiny beads on his forehead. He hesitated.
"Play with me."
Mitch drew in a shaky breath. He dared to raise his gaze and look into Mark's eyes, but only for a moment. He felt embarrassment and desire mingle into a tight knot in his stomach. "We shouldn't."
"Yes. We should."
"Don't look for an excuse to deny yourself. Live for the moment. I'm offering you a chance to prove something to yourself, Mitch. Don't pass it up."