Clean the damn place!” he barked, his voice echoing through the apartment, demanding obedience.Dorian rolled his eyes, a gesture he thought Mick couldn’t see, but the playful defiance was in his voice. Gay porn He paused occasionally to watch Dorian, not out of a desire to help but to ensure the work was being done. “And you’re just a brute,” he repeated, his hand resting on Mick’s groin, a gesture both intimate and possessive.Mick nodded, his arm moving to wrap around Dorian, pulling him closer. Dorian’s cheek reddened, his eyes wide with shock, but there was a spark of something else in them – desire, perhaps, or the thrill of the brutality he had come to crave.”You like that, don’t you?” Mick taunted, his voice low, his breath hot against Dorian’s ear as he pushed him against the wall. His scowl deepened, not out of disgust but from a place of questioning Dorian’s priorities. “My turn,” he whispered, his voice daring.Mick, surprised by the boldness, allowed it. “Who’s the brute now?” Dorian taunted. Mick’s hands found Dorian’s hair again, guiding him, the control a comfort, a necessity in his life of discipline.This time, however, there was a sense of exploration, of pushing boundaries further.
