At the age of seven, his world had become largely internal. However, these particular words held a special place in his mind, refusing to fade with time.
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A low heat pulsed in the air, fueled by the rise and fall of their entangled breaths. Each exhale hung heavy, laced with unspoken desire.
Their touch became a glide, a seamless press of heated flesh against heated flesh. A strangled moan, raw and urgent, tore from Julian's lips, answered by a guttural sound from deep within Maximillian.
The omega threw his head back, his mouth agape in a silent plea. His eyelids squeezed shut, he surrendered to the rising tide of desire.
Maximillian positioned himself intimately between his lover's legs, the friction of their manhoods sending a crackling sensation throughout their bodies.
