Not speaking. It was a dumb joke.”“The noises that come out of that thing beg to differ.”They laughed, the sound filling the dim, silent kitchen.[Gustav]Gustav didn’t know how they ended up like that. Gay sex A statement of what, Gustav couldn’t guess, but it sent a shiver down his spine all the same.He didn’t feel guilty for staring. Gustav tried to cushion the drop as Arni tugged harder, and they ended up flipping back into the bed. He immediately pried his mouth open and his ass settled on top of Gustav, his cheeks meshing against the wide crotch comfortably.Gustav tried his best to match his energy, and before long, Arni started to move. Arni laughed again, and Gustav shot him a look, half-annoyed, half-amused.“Jumpy bumpy, ha?” Arni teased.“Shut up,” Gustav muttered, pouring the water. When the door first opened, he’d braced for hostility or weird indifference. You’re surprisingly persistent.”“I get that a lot.”Somehow, someway, conversation was flowing.[Gustav]Gustav didn’t know what he was doing.Arni looked like he’d wandered out of a fashion magazine and into Gustav’s drab apartment. Arni’s head fell forward, his forehead pressing against Gustav’s, their breaths mingling, hot and uneven.Gustav felt the tension building, a tight coil in his gut compressing harder and harder.
