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》11《 Caught In The Act

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▂▃▅▆▇ 11 - Caught In The Act  ▇▆▅▃▂

ᕁ᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮ᕁ ᕁ᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮ᕁ 

The storm had passed as the early morning dawned. Both the torrential rain and the storm of feelings that had besieged the two boys whose fiery bodies had mingled tirelessly throughout the night. A wild night fueled by screams of enjoyment and uncontrolled fiery kisses. Never had their exchanges been so frenzied. Gun would be unable to define what had so animated him. A longing and impatient desire. Need of contact ?

Gun's footsteps had led him without him realizing it in front of the dark haired man's building. And deciding that he didn't care the reason, the singer had followed his desires. Responding to his ardent desire for the youngest. It was stronger than him. His feelings were beyond his comprehension. And he didn't care about how or why. He had liked it. He had been overwhelmed.

Now the passion had given way to another feeling. A kind of appeasement mixed with an unexpected calm. Sitting on the bed, against the wall, in a blanket cocoon, Gun absently stroked Mark's hair, whose head was resting on his legs. Their gazes melted into each other but it was difficult to read what was hiding behind their thoughts at the moment.

This silence made Mark uncomfortable. The actor had no idea what made his oldest friend wait outside his door. Waiting for him so long until his fingers were cold. Nor what had prompted him to kiss him so fervently. But encouraged by his desire for his elder, Mark had not had the heart to push his companion to demand an explanation. He had just wanted him. Simply. And he had embraced him with all the passion he could show. Gun had responded so eagerly. And that moment had been incredible. Beyond Words. The gleam in Gun's gaze kept shivering over his body. He who was a predator... found himself falling prey to another hunter. And he had loved it. Watching Gun get the better of him. Touching. Being impatient. Moaning and begging without stopping. He had been so beautiful.

When they had finished their intimate moment, Gun had coiled silently against his younger companion. And both had fallen asleep peacefully, embracing each other, without exchanging another word.

The sun had finally risen. The morning was still just as strange. Filled with a disconcerting sweetness that made the youngest wonder. But not daring to break the mood, he preferred to remain silent and drown in the gaze of his lover who continued to stroke his hair gently.

"Why did you decide to go out with Mia...?" The older man suddenly questioned in a neutral tone.

The question coming out of nowhere drew a questioning glance from the younger one who stared at his companion in amazement. Gun's face remained impassive, making it difficult for him to analyze his expressions.

"You never explained to me..." Gun added vaguely.

Mark looked away, pursing his lips in thought to give his memories time to come to the surface. In fact, he had never wanted to explain to his partner the reasons that had prompted him to date this girl. The real reason. He himself had deluded to give himself a clear conscience and thus feel the correctness of this relationship based on a lie by omission.