He laughed to be manhandled like that, like he weighed nothing. When he hit the bed, he liked the way the blankets clung to his damp body, making him aware of each part and the way it touched the bed.
"A used one," he chuckled. His dad had hated his tattoos, could never understand why Darby had started getting them. But the man had always let him do what he wanted to do because he was a good kid. A sigh escaped him at the kisses. He had to admit, he wanted Graham to go lower, much lower, and he shut his eyes and laughed, embarrassed by the way his mind went straight to blow jobs.
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