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they won’t be seen, and then cups the other man’s crotch appreciatively.
    “I really want to see what’s underneath”—he tugs on the pants leg—“these.” With one finger he traces the stiffening curve of his cock, a soft swell in the fine, silky fabric. Shawn is fairly sure he’s not wearing any underwear, and he licks his lips, meaningfully, trailing his fingers down the other man’s quadricep. The muscle twitches there, too, the nerves electric. His thighs are wonderfully sensitive, even with the barrier of cloth between probing hand and bare skin. Shawn wants to seal his mouth over the bulge and lick the expensive wool until it’s sodden with his own spit.
    “We don’t have to go upstairs,” he says softly, making every word count. “I could take you in my mouth right here, right now.” The man flushes even more deeply, his breath coming fast and ragged, face twisted up with shameful pleasure. He delivers his words to the expensive gray fabric, whose exorbitant cost is now forgiven because of the way it so beautifully gives away every twitch and flex of the hard cock beneath. He continues, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? For everyone to see how you are, all these people watching you come apart, watching me suck your cock?”
    The tug on his hand yanks him up from the booth, and Shawn chuckles as the man walks to the doorway sideways and stiff-legged, hiding his hard-on behind a hibiscus topiary, as he signs the tab and avoids the curious gaze of the bartender. Then together they begin the long journey from bar to lobby to bedroom.
    “You fucker,” the man says, once they are alone in the elevator, with only the security guards watching on their basement monitor, “you absolute fucking bas—” Shawn swallows the words, and the kiss floods his mouth with the herbal tang of gin, and the sweetness of his mewl, the slam of his hand atop the stranger’s, pinning him to the wall. “Tsk,” he says, at the swearing. “You want me to put my cock in you?” Shawn asks, cupping his buttocks with his free hand. The man wriggles in his grasp.
    Already he is panting, a flush painting his cheeks, his mouth red and kiss-swollen. Shawn, tongue loosened with alcohol and want, is suddenly on a roll with the dirty talk; the guy fucking loves it, so he continues, “You like that? The idea of me fucking you”—for a moment he hesitates, since they haven’t exchanged names, have simply been thrown by chance into the delirious momentum of an anonymous hotel fuck, but he has to call him something, right, something besides Lips or Pants or Tanqueray , so he tacks on—“baby?”
    “God, yes.” He shudders when Shawn’s teeth catch his earlobe. “Want it, all of it, all of you .”
    “Course you do,” he growls as he palms that perfect ass, hitching the man’s leg around him. The movement draws the new pants tight around slimly muscled thighs. His own cock clamors for more attention, but his hands are busy grabbing fistfuls of tight ass. With their tongues pressed together, Shawn grinds his hips down at the same time.
    The door pings on the fifth floor, sliding open with a swish. They tumble forward into the hallway. Ten paces past the foyer he sweeps the stranger up in a wet, filthy kiss. He wriggles away and veers left. “This way,” he says, blue eyes gone dark.
    Shawn walks stiff-legged himself now, as he trails his prey down the still corridors. His lips seek the stranger’s once more as they sneak past the ice machine. He stands a head shorter than Shawn, and when they kiss, he lifts onto his toes, the better to fit their mouths together. His mouth trails below his jaw, a slick motion that earns a heated gasp. God, the sounds he makes when Shawn pulls on his hair, red silky strands that slip between his fingers.
    “Has it been that long?” he whispers to the sensitive spot that sits right behind his ear, “because you’re practically begging me to fuck you here in the hallway.” Shawn seals