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same treatment. Alex smirked and turned his attention to the button on Conor’s waistband. He slipped it free then ripped down leathers and underwear in one aggressive motion.
    “And definitely here!” Alex shoved his hand between Conor’s legs and rubbed the sensitive skin behind his balls.
    Conor kicked away the clothes tangled around his feet.
    “You want to pierce me there ? No…you can’t!”
    “One day. Soon.” Alex sounded so certain.
    Why the hell does that turn me on so much? Conor held his breath as Alex sank to the floor in front of him, grabbed his arse with both hands then took Conor’s aching dick into his mouth. The edge of the sink pressed a bruising line into his back as Alex sucked fiercely. He wasn’t gentle. Conor grabbed the towel rail with one hand to keep his balance and closed his eyes against the onslaught. Distracted by a hot, wet mouth, he didn’t notice what else Alex was doing until Alex pushed a dry finger into his channel and twisted. Conor bit his own lip so hard he tasted blood and came with a hot gush down Alex’s throat.
    Conor shuddered, his legs almost giving way. Alex half carried him into the shower where he leaned gratefully against the cool tiles and let the spray wash away the film of perspiration that coated his body. Alex stripped and joined him, hugging away the last tremors that shook Conor’s frame. Alex kissed him beneath the spray and for a few precious moments, Conor was lost to everything but his lover.
    Words weren’t necessary as he enjoyed the sensation of Alex stroking his slick, soapy skin. The scent of fresh mint cleansed his senses and his mind of the darkness that lurked there. Alex left the water first, wrapping a dark blue towel around lean hips.
    “I’ll leave you to shave.” He picked up the fresh razor next to the sink and gave Conor a meaningful look. He rubbed his towel up and down then threw it onto the rail. Conor swallowed as he took in gleaming golden skin over hard muscle and an even harder erection jutting from cropped blond curls. The rear view was just as good. Alex swung the door shut behind him and Conor took some deep breaths. He didn’t want to use a razor around his most delicate parts when his hands were shaking.
    He shaved his face first, taking his time. The routine of it calmed him so that, once he was done, applying the razor to his groin was not such a nerve-racking experience. It still took a while, even though his balls were hairless and didn’t need to be done. Satisfied that his skin was nice and smooth, he applied a layer of moisturizer. Razor burn around his dick was not something he ever wanted to experience.
    He gave the bathroom a cursory tidy then tentatively pushed open the bathroom door. He wasn’t quite as comfortable in his skin as Alex was—the scars across his chest still made him self-conscious. There was something hanging from the door handle… A closer look revealed flimsy briefs made from the sheerest black silk. His face heated. Alex had a thing for impractical underwear, even though Conor preferred simple black cotton. The pleasure it gave Alex was worth the embarrassment, though, and Conor knew it was unlikely he’d be wearing them long. He slipped back into the bathroom and pulled them on. The fabric was sheer and clung to him tenaciously. His cock and balls were clearly outlined and the silk dipped between his arse cheeks, pulling tight. Alex will love these . Against his freshly shaved skin, the wispy garment felt like the gentlest caress and he began to get hard again. He’ll like that even more!
    A tingle of anticipation traveled the length of his spine as Conor crossed the landing from the bathroom to the bedroom. It was dimly lit—the heavy curtains drawn, shutting out the night. Alex waited in the armchair in the corner of the room. He sucked in his breath with a hiss as Conor quietly closed the door and turned toward him. Conor took in the sight of Alex, naked and relaxed, sprawled in