A rush of movement that carried unmistakable authority.Harry barely had time to react before—”OI.”A deep, authoritative voice, cutting through the thick tension in the air with the efficiency of a blade.Troy.Descending from his flat above The Bean & Brew with purposeful strides, still in his police uniform, the dark navy fabric clinging to his powerful frame like a second skin. Something beyond professional frustration entered his voice, transforming the confrontation into something more intimate, more charged.”This is the second time in a week I’ve had to deal with one of you,” Troy snapped, his words carrying unexpected weight. Gay sex His expression remained one of amused satisfaction, completely comfortable with being handled like an exhibit rather than a person.A few murmurs rose from The Bean & Brew, the patrons inside noticing the unusual scene unfolding on the pavement outside. Letting himself be used, touched, appreciated in public without reservation or shame. His hands curled into fists at his sides, the knuckles whitening with pressure.”Don’t tempt me, Schett,” he warned, voice dropping to a dangerous register.Harry just laughed, the sound carrying no fear, no concern for potential consequences.But then—Troy’s tone shifted. A flicker of embarrassment crossed his features, the hint of a shy smile appearing as social convention battled with fascination.
