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Because you're a dirty little faggot and you deserve it. And because I can. Sniff bitch.
The room was quiet, the only sound the faint creak of the sofa. Mark stood tall, his body casting a shadow as he leaned forward, resting one strong leg on the couch. His presence was heavy, demanding, yet teasing.
Jake, sitting beneath him, looked up with a grin. “You always like to tower over me, don’t you?”
Mark’s lips curved into a slow smile, his hand tightening on his thigh as he leaned in closer. “Maybe. Or maybe I just like seeing you right there.”
Their eyes locked, the air charged with something unspoken—half challenge, half desire. Neither moved away. In that tense closeness, they both knew this was more than just a game.
The afternoon at the construction site was unusually quiet. Sunlight streamed through the broken windows, falling across the old sofa. Mike sat there, wearing his hard hat, muscles tense like a statue. He casually stretched out his legs, pressing them against Tom’s chest.
Tom smiled faintly and looked up at him. “So I’m just your cushion now?”
Mike lowered his head, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. “Isn’t this exactly what you like?”
The air grew thick with tension, something playful and intimate lingering between them. Tom didn’t push him away; instead, he placed his hand on Mike’s leg, giving it a slow squeeze, as if to say he didn’t mind at all. Their eyes met—speaking louder than words ever could.
In that moment, they both knew: in the weariness of the worksite, the only real comfort they had was each other.
Handome suit and socks jock! Would love to be on my knees and start at his socks!
Honey I came back earlier than expec… Damn Mark what are you doing?! (Always lock your door)