flesh light ?"
"Are you serious?" Angel asked clearly shocked.
Darius knew he might be blushing but nodded his head.
"What is wrong with you, straight boys? Sex toys are not only for girls!" Angel teased him with a pursed lip smirk. Angel jumped off the day bed, jogged inside and he heard him running down the steps. Within a minute, he was back upstairs holding something that looked a flashlight or a big gulp cup. Angel tossed it to him with a big grin.
He examined it with curiosity. It was basically a flashlight-shaped object. One end had a fleshy colored opening shaped into a, dear lord, into a small bottom. A fleshy colored little butt capped off the end of the flashlight-shaped object.
Smiling, Darius put one of his fingers inside the tight hole so he could feel the little bumps and waves. Moving his finger in and out of the toy, he closed his eyes for a second to imagine it on his now very aroused cock. He looked up at Angel, who was looking at him with a great deal of interest and quite a bit of amusement. Biting his lower lip, he tried not to feel embarrassed as he handed it back to him.
"So that is why you aren't jumping out of your skin?" Even to Dare's own ears, he sounded like he was pouting. As if they should both be suffering.
Angel arched his eyebrow to stare at him openly. His smile was that of a predator lying in wait for a juicy bite to eat. "Who says I am not jumping out of my skin, Dare?"
"Well, I mean..." What the fuck can I say? Complain that he hasn't tried to seduce me for the last week? Whine that he hasn't laid a hand on me until he put my fingers into this contraption of corruption?
Angel shrugged, "Not many options." He looked Darius up and down as if summing up his worth. "Muslim country. I am not up for a Western tourist and the drama that would entail." He grinned at him. "And I am sharing a villa with a man who has told me repeatedly he is very straight."
He threw up his hands as if none of it mattered. "So I have our music." His grin was pure sin, as he purred, "And my toys."
"It's none of my business but..." He felt his face burn up. "Never mind."
"What?" Angel got right in his face. He put his hand on Darius's shoulder not allowing him to turn away. Very quietly, Angel asked again, "What? You can ask me anything, you know that."
He groaned before saying, "Seriously, I don't even know what possessed me to think about asking you. It is so not my business."
Angel looked at him and smiled with patience and understanding.
"You want to know if I am a top or bottom." Angel was mind reading or knew him way too well.
With a frown, he shook his head yes .
"Both. I'm versatile," Angel said was a smile.
His eyes opened in surprise. More stupidity spilled out of his mouth before he could call it back. "I thought you had to pick."
Angel's deep laugh rang out musically. "Why would you think that?"
Angel touched his face lightly before sitting down on the daybed.
Darius had no answer so he just shrugged. Cause I am a freaking dope?
"Many people do. But I have always thought picking one would be very...limiting. Though I guess it depends on the situation. Although currently I only top."
Trying to find the right wording, he asked honestly curiously, "But you do like catching too?"
He laughed at Darius's terminology. "Yeah, I am sure catching can be very nice." He did air quotes around catching to tease Dare.
"What do you mean? Haven't you ever..." Dare let the question hang between them.
"Yes and no."
"Huh? That isn't a multiple choice question. It is pretty much a clear 'yes had a dick up my ass or no my ass is virgin.'" Darius danced around with light teasing words because he felt like he was treading on dangerous territory. Emotional mines seemed to be scattered all around this topic and for some reasons the answers seemed to matter to him very much.
After a moment of thought, Angel
"Are you serious?" Angel asked clearly shocked.
Darius knew he might be blushing but nodded his head.
"What is wrong with you, straight boys? Sex toys are not only for girls!" Angel teased him with a pursed lip smirk. Angel jumped off the day bed, jogged inside and he heard him running down the steps. Within a minute, he was back upstairs holding something that looked a flashlight or a big gulp cup. Angel tossed it to him with a big grin.
He examined it with curiosity. It was basically a flashlight-shaped object. One end had a fleshy colored opening shaped into a, dear lord, into a small bottom. A fleshy colored little butt capped off the end of the flashlight-shaped object.
Smiling, Darius put one of his fingers inside the tight hole so he could feel the little bumps and waves. Moving his finger in and out of the toy, he closed his eyes for a second to imagine it on his now very aroused cock. He looked up at Angel, who was looking at him with a great deal of interest and quite a bit of amusement. Biting his lower lip, he tried not to feel embarrassed as he handed it back to him.
"So that is why you aren't jumping out of your skin?" Even to Dare's own ears, he sounded like he was pouting. As if they should both be suffering.
Angel arched his eyebrow to stare at him openly. His smile was that of a predator lying in wait for a juicy bite to eat. "Who says I am not jumping out of my skin, Dare?"
"Well, I mean..." What the fuck can I say? Complain that he hasn't tried to seduce me for the last week? Whine that he hasn't laid a hand on me until he put my fingers into this contraption of corruption?
Angel shrugged, "Not many options." He looked Darius up and down as if summing up his worth. "Muslim country. I am not up for a Western tourist and the drama that would entail." He grinned at him. "And I am sharing a villa with a man who has told me repeatedly he is very straight."
He threw up his hands as if none of it mattered. "So I have our music." His grin was pure sin, as he purred, "And my toys."
"It's none of my business but..." He felt his face burn up. "Never mind."
"What?" Angel got right in his face. He put his hand on Darius's shoulder not allowing him to turn away. Very quietly, Angel asked again, "What? You can ask me anything, you know that."
He groaned before saying, "Seriously, I don't even know what possessed me to think about asking you. It is so not my business."
Angel looked at him and smiled with patience and understanding.
"You want to know if I am a top or bottom." Angel was mind reading or knew him way too well.
With a frown, he shook his head yes .
"Both. I'm versatile," Angel said was a smile.
His eyes opened in surprise. More stupidity spilled out of his mouth before he could call it back. "I thought you had to pick."
Angel's deep laugh rang out musically. "Why would you think that?"
Angel touched his face lightly before sitting down on the daybed.
Darius had no answer so he just shrugged. Cause I am a freaking dope?
"Many people do. But I have always thought picking one would be very...limiting. Though I guess it depends on the situation. Although currently I only top."
Trying to find the right wording, he asked honestly curiously, "But you do like catching too?"
He laughed at Darius's terminology. "Yeah, I am sure catching can be very nice." He did air quotes around catching to tease Dare.
"What do you mean? Haven't you ever..." Dare let the question hang between them.
"Yes and no."
"Huh? That isn't a multiple choice question. It is pretty much a clear 'yes had a dick up my ass or no my ass is virgin.'" Darius danced around with light teasing words because he felt like he was treading on dangerous territory. Emotional mines seemed to be scattered all around this topic and for some reasons the answers seemed to matter to him very much.
After a moment of thought, Angel
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