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"Fuck me." There was a startled gasp, then, "Harder!"
"You want it bad, don't you?"
The sounds of slapping flesh accompanied the masculine voices emanating from the other side of the bedroom wall. Paul groaned and rolled over. His hard-on stabbed the mattress and he groaned again, this time from pain. It was gonna be a long, exhausting week if he had to listen to his bosses get it on in the living room every night.
Especially given his recent, secret aspiration of becoming the meat in their cum sandwich.
"Oh, yeah. Just like that. Don't stop."
Must be Alex, the little slut. Paul pictured him on his knees, his fine caramel colored ass in the air. Begging for what his partner could give him.
Toby's deep bass rumbled in response. "Heh. No worries there."
"Oh, fuck. More. More!"
Placing a pillow over his head didn't help stifle the erotic noises. If he had to hear it, then Paul wanted to see it. Feel it. Be fully engaged in the action. Eavesdropping was a poor substitute. Last night he'd been jet-lagged enough to fall asleep. After a spending the day shoulder to shoulder with his gorgeous employers as they hunched over a work table studying a ream of concept drawings for a gay-oriented housing project, pinned between two rock solid bodies...
Damn. Rock solid. Just like his cock.
He was never going to get to sleep as long as he had to listen to them fuck.
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