“Just making sure you don’t walk around half-naked,” he quipped, holding up the shirt. He would often catch Mick’s eye from across the room, his gaze challenging, inviting.After lunch, Mick decided to take a break, his body needing downtime after the morning’s workout. Gay sex Dorian’s cries were a mix of pain and ecstasy, his body trembling under Mick’s force, but his words were clear. His eyes, however, were not on Mick’s face but roamed over his body, taking in every inch of his muscular frame with a hunger that was almost palpable. “What’s this?” he asked, his voice less gruff, more curious.Dorian looked up, a playful smile on his lips. But now, there was an added layer to his routine, one that involved Dorian. Dorian, for his part, had woken up with a dramatic groan, his body stretched in an exaggerated pose as if he were on stage rather than in a boxer’s cluttered living space.”I hate this part,” Dorian sighed, his voice carrying a melodramatic tone as he looked around at the chores awaiting him. “Just making sure you don’t walk around half-naked,” he quipped, holding up the shirt. Yet, acknowledging this was something else entirely.Dorian, nursing a cup of coffee, watched Mick from the kitchen, his eyes tracing the lines
