He looked up at Simon, a silent question, a plea for permission in his observant eyes, even now. Gay sex He obeyed Dean, his tongue working with silent efficiency, cleaning Simon, the act itself a profound humiliation and a further transfer of allegiance. To solidify the new hierarchy.He bypassed the Kensington-Morley Global security with the casual arrogance of a conqueror, a nod sufficing where others needed clearance. His observant eyes, usually masked by professional neutrality, flickered towards Dean for a split second, revealing a complex storm: residual shame, a flicker of fear, and beneath it, the undeniable embers of the latent desire Dean had ignited – a yearning not just for submission, but specifically for Dean’s unique brand of dominance. He stood naked, exposed in the heart of his domain. “Good boy, Adam. Adam guided him, turning him to face the panoramic windows, then pressed firmly between his powerful shoulder blades, bending Simon forward until his hands braced against the low back of the sofa, his hairy ass presented, vulnerable. Penthouse DuetThe primal energy thrumming beneath Dean Miller’s skin since claiming Adam in his cramped apartment hallway refused to settle.
