Panic. Gay porn “It is customary here for Dominants to sit comfortably. I want more…I nod. The first touch sends a wave of heat through my body. My eyes flash open, and I see the shadow of someone at the bar. He turns to Milan. He knows what I’m feeling. My own excitement grows, my head a whirlwind of shame and lust.Milan’s hand relaxes slightly. No grin from Milan, no playful teasing. An approving nod.His fingers rest against my skin for a moment, as confirmation. Ivar, you bastard!”Ivar laughs softly and rubs his warm hand over my burning ass. You just don’t want to admit it.”My breathing quickens. “Oh, just give him some perspective. My body feels warm, but I don’t know if it’s from the alcohol or from the presence next to me. “Milan took you out for a test drive, huh?”Can’t that guy ever leave me alone?Milan stops next to me and smiles softly. His grin becomes more calculated, and I can feel the comment coming before he opens his mouth. “For fuck’s sake, Jelte,” he says with his usual mockery. Then he turns slightly toward me. His scent hits me.Milan doesn’t move.
