He couldn’t remember having been more aroused in his life. Darius’s jaw was beginning to ache from the girth stretching it, but the pain was secondary. Slightly salty and musky as well as perfectly smooth and hard as stone. Magnus glanced up at Darius as he unbuttoned his shirt agonizingly slow. He was of course used to being stared at, but not with such reverence. A name only Magnus knew. At that moment he felt as if he’s been lifted out of his body. Darius was utterly enraptured. “Why, yes.” Darius purred seductively, “Yes you can.”
The man smirked and flagged down the bartender. He felt lightheaded as he kissed and stroked his way lower down Magnus’s body. When Magnus opened his coffee brown eyes and glanced down at Darius is was as if they could hear each other’s thoughts. Magnus took the head between his lips and sucked gently. There were fewer still who could ignore the temptingly thin shape of his body and his smooth creamy skin.
