His legs ached, a dull throb that made him wince when he shifted. So, tea tin in hand, he gave a curt reply.“Family stuff.”Arni nodded. Gay porn Arni would leave. Whatever he smokes is probably banned in most countries.”Arni laughed, short and genuine. He followed him inside.The living room was… normal. I do talk a lot.”Gustav turned on the burner, his back to Arni. The kiss got messy and sloppy as the constant movement threw them off balance, and Gustav groaned into his mouth, his hips bucking up to meet Arni’s movements, now with increasing enthusiasm. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . …[Gustav]Gustav was drowning. He was an easy target, and he knew it. Gustav’s mind spiraled. The eyepatch caught the faint light, a stark contrast to his flushed skin. He did. Too fast. Tailcoat, tie, that eyepatch like a designer accessory. Rich boys like him always did. Don’t move. “Your place looks surprisingly normal.”“Thanks. Arni was everywhere. Safe. Arni’s eyes widened as his gaze lingered, and Gustav’s face burned hotter. He looked smaller without the layers, less like a peacock, more like a doll.
