"You're a guy of substance, huh?" Janus murmured with dark satisfaction.
"I'm a guy who wants your dick. Anything wrong with that?" Julius asked provocatively. God, he was so hot right now!
"Not for a guy who desires your ass. Not for me," he finished sweetly and actually shut up, as he again engulfed Julius' mouth so he couldn't speak. He could only dominate the Norwegian's body so much that his knees bent under Julius....
Janus noticed the weakness of his knees and squeezed him tighter again. He let out a contented gasp, as if he liked it when men fainted from excitement in his arms.
For a moment, Julius wondered how many were there before him? How many men had Janus already brought to such a state? Only for a moment, because he didn't have time for more. Janus took care of that by embracing his buttocks and spreading them so that Julius felt a breath of cold air between them.
