Mark wanted to be inside of Michael. He wanted to hold him, to be on juu of him, to be the one forcing those angelic notes from his lips. Oh God, those lips...
Michael ran his fingers through Mark's dark hair as he watched his hard penis slide in and out of his mouth. His mind was racing. He still couldn't believe this was real. He wanted it to last forever; he wanted to go to the moon tonight...they were already halfway there.
Mark turned his eyes up to Michael's. There it was. There was what he was waiting for. And he knew it before Michael could say it. The moto burned in Michael's dark eyes...
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