Solid weight presses into my back as a hand snakes around my hip, cupping my cock. I can smell him, impossibility mixed with musk and citrus, and my mind recoils from the violation even as my body betrays me, seeking his warmth.
I wonder again what about him has me so transfixed, but the thought flees as I hear his gruff voice for only the second time. "Still staring like I'm some freak? Bad form, Hale, especially considering that you're just like me."
The sneer is still there in his voice, but now I hear ancient hurt hiding behind it.
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