The Daily ChoresThe morning light filtered through the dusty blinds of Mick’s apartment, revealing the disarray of the previous night. Gay sex Inside one of the units, Mick “The Mauler” Malone was wrapping up a grueling session with his punching bag, his body glistening with sweat, every muscle defined from years of punishing workouts.Chapter 1. Mick, now on the couch, had Dorian on his knees before him once more. Inside one of the units, Mick “The Mauler” Malone was wrapping up a grueling session with his punching bag, his body glistening with sweat, every muscle defined from years of punishing workouts.Chapter 1. “Who’s the brute now?” Dorian taunted. The air was still thick with the remnants of sweat and the faint promise of a new day. “You’ve… Mick, his skepticism now replaced by an aggressive desire, lifted Dorian with ease, turning him around to face the wall. “Just making sure you don’t walk around half-naked,” he quipped, holding up the shirt. Mick would pin Dorian against the kitchen counter, or they would end up back on the couch, with Dorian on his knees, servicing Mick with a devotion born out of lust. Dorian’s legs wrapped around Mick, pulling him deeper.The room was filled with the sounds of their encounter—the slap of flesh, the
