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October 5, 2012
Fiction Friday
Club Fantasy, Chapter 32
Bri loved to dance. It didn't matter what the music was: hip hop, pop, dance, rock 'n roll, blues, hell, even classical shit. He'd just go out there and move it to the music. He didn't even need a partner, which was a good thing as Max had just dumped his ass and dumped it hard.
Asshole.
Cheating asshole.
Cheating furry asshole with beautiful muscles and sexy leather pants and a cock that made Bri's mouth water.
Bri's feet stuttered a bit and he closed his eyes and cleared his head and let the music take him again. He put his arms up over his head and let them wave around, his hips moving as he got his groove back. Oh yeah. Nice.
Hands landed on his hips, someone solid and lean coming up behind him. Very nice. He leaned back a bit, and let his ass press back into the man's crotch. Very nice indeed.
"Mmm. Bri. You feel so good."
Wait. What? He spun around, coming eye to eye with Steve, his roommate. Whoa.
"Steve?" He knew his mouth was gaping open like he was a fool, but he couldn't seem to stop.
"Uh-huh. We were... uh... dancing?"
Wait. Dancing. Right. With Mr. Straight.
"This is a gay bar." And boy did that come out like an accusation.
But then, they'd been dancing. Like close, rubbing, maybe leading up to more than dancing. Him and his straight roommate. He could be forgiven for being a little confused. Maybe he'd had too much to drink.
"You noticed. I'm impressed."
He glared at Steve. "Don't mess with me. Not right now -- that's not fair." Not with the whole getting his ass dumped by a beautiful, but cheating ass.
"Max came to the apartment. I know what happened. I just... I came for you, man."
"He came to the... what? Begging for forgiveness?" Bri snorted and put his hands on his hips, tilted his head. "You came to dance with me?" It was a sweet gesture.
"I... Yes. I came to find you. Then I played the slots up front. I won. It was cool, and here you were."
"You won?" He laughed and gave Steve a hug. "Way to go! How much did you win? I mean, are you treating me to drinks or shelling out for a room at the Ritz?"
"I have a suite here for the weekend." Steve pulled him close again. "Let's dance."
He couldn't figure out what Steve, his straight roommate, was up to. Then he decided it didn't matter. Steve was a good friend, a great guy, and who was Bri to turn down dancing with a great guy?
He wrapped his arms around Steve's shoulders and started moving again; the music guided his body. Steve's hands found a resting place on his hips, and fuck, didn't it feel good?
He closed his eyes and let himself get lost in it: in the music, in the movement, in the feeling of Steve's body rubbing against his.
In the pressure of Steve's hard on rubbing against him.
His mind tried to do that 'wait, what, straight?' thing again, but his body didn't let it. He felt good. Better than he had in two days. He was going with it.
The music changed, going from slinky and bumpy to slow and sensual and Bri put his head on Steve's shoulder, his whole body leaning into Steve's.
"Oh. Oh, damn." Steve moaned, leaned back into him.
They were barely moving now; mostly their lower halves were having a little hello there rub. Maybe Steve wasn't so straight after all. Possibly a lot more than maybe.
"I like watching you dance. Dancing with you is... wow."
"Dancing is a religious experience. It's like... sex." He looked up and met Steve's eyes.
"I've watched you make out. I've watched you a lot, Bri."
He digested that and then asked, "Why?"
"Because I'm stupid and sorta..." Steve muttered something he didn't catch.
"And sorta what? Not so straight?"
"Sorta in love with, uh, well, you. I mean. Yeah."
Bri's eyes widened. He had so not expected that. "With me? You? I..." Well, that explained the hard-on rubbing against his thigh.
"Yeah, but we don't have to talk about that, man. I just want to dance with you." Right. There was this lean, hot, hunky nurse with a hard on who could cook and play Guitar Hero and they weren't going to talk about this whole thing.
He reached up and grabbed the back of Steve's neck, brought his head down so their lips met.
Steve jerked, then moaned for him, the kiss clumsy at first, as Steve tried to figure out where the noses and chins went. Once the man did, though, it was like a fire started. Steve's tongue pressed into his lips, parted them. He opened up, sucked on Steve's tongue as it started to fuck his lips.
Steve's hands were on his hips, and they were moving together, driving together hard. God, it felt so good. Better than he ever could have imagined.
He bumped into someone behind him, and he pulled away from Steve's kiss with a gasp. "This isn't the place."
"No. No, it isn't. There's a room here..."
"Yeah, you said you had one." He smiled at Steve. "You were that sure of me?"
"I was hoping really hard."
He punched Steve in the arm. "You never said anything." Not even hinted.
"You had Max." Like that explained everything.
"And look where that got me." Actually, it had gotten him on the dance floor with a sexy man who apparently loved him. He supposed he shouldn't look this particular gift horse too closely in the mouth. "Invite me back to your room."
"Would you like to come see the room I won, Bri?"
"I would." He wanted to see a lot more than the room, though.
Steve gave him this amazing, slow smile that burned him down to the core.
Wow.
Had he really been so enamoured of Max's furry muscles that he'd totally missed this?
Yeah, he had.
More fool him.
Well, not anymore. He grabbed Steve's hand. "Show me."
Bri loved to dance. It didn't matter what the music was: hip hop, pop, dance, rock 'n roll, blues, hell, even classical shit. He'd just go out there and move it to the music. He didn't even need a partner, which was a good thing as Max had just dumped his ass and dumped it hard.
Asshole.
Cheating asshole.
Cheating furry asshole with beautiful muscles and sexy leather pants and a cock that made Bri's mouth water.
Bri's feet stuttered a bit and he closed his eyes and cleared his head and let the music take him again. He put his arms up over his head and let them wave around, his hips moving as he got his groove back. Oh yeah. Nice.
Hands landed on his hips, someone solid and lean coming up behind him. Very nice. He leaned back a bit, and let his ass press back into the man's crotch. Very nice indeed.
"Mmm. Bri. You feel so good."
Wait. What? He spun around, coming eye to eye with Steve, his roommate. Whoa.
"Steve?" He knew his mouth was gaping open like he was a fool, but he couldn't seem to stop.
"Uh-huh. We were... uh... dancing?"
Wait. Dancing. Right. With Mr. Straight.
"This is a gay bar." And boy did that come out like an accusation.
But then, they'd been dancing. Like close, rubbing, maybe leading up to more than dancing. Him and his straight roommate. He could be forgiven for being a little confused. Maybe he'd had too much to drink.
"You noticed. I'm impressed."
He glared at Steve. "Don't mess with me. Not right now -- that's not fair." Not with the whole getting his ass dumped by a beautiful, but cheating ass.
"Max came to the apartment. I know what happened. I just... I came for you, man."
"He came to the... what? Begging for forgiveness?" Bri snorted and put his hands on his hips, tilted his head. "You came to dance with me?" It was a sweet gesture.
"I... Yes. I came to find you. Then I played the slots up front. I won. It was cool, and here you were."
"You won?" He laughed and gave Steve a hug. "Way to go! How much did you win? I mean, are you treating me to drinks or shelling out for a room at the Ritz?"
"I have a suite here for the weekend." Steve pulled him close again. "Let's dance."
He couldn't figure out what Steve, his straight roommate, was up to. Then he decided it didn't matter. Steve was a good friend, a great guy, and who was Bri to turn down dancing with a great guy?
He wrapped his arms around Steve's shoulders and started moving again; the music guided his body. Steve's hands found a resting place on his hips, and fuck, didn't it feel good?
He closed his eyes and let himself get lost in it: in the music, in the movement, in the feeling of Steve's body rubbing against his.
In the pressure of Steve's hard on rubbing against him.
His mind tried to do that 'wait, what, straight?' thing again, but his body didn't let it. He felt good. Better than he had in two days. He was going with it.
The music changed, going from slinky and bumpy to slow and sensual and Bri put his head on Steve's shoulder, his whole body leaning into Steve's.
"Oh. Oh, damn." Steve moaned, leaned back into him.
They were barely moving now; mostly their lower halves were having a little hello there rub. Maybe Steve wasn't so straight after all. Possibly a lot more than maybe.
"I like watching you dance. Dancing with you is... wow."
"Dancing is a religious experience. It's like... sex." He looked up and met Steve's eyes.
"I've watched you make out. I've watched you a lot, Bri."
He digested that and then asked, "Why?"
"Because I'm stupid and sorta..." Steve muttered something he didn't catch.
"And sorta what? Not so straight?"
"Sorta in love with, uh, well, you. I mean. Yeah."
Bri's eyes widened. He had so not expected that. "With me? You? I..." Well, that explained the hard-on rubbing against his thigh.
"Yeah, but we don't have to talk about that, man. I just want to dance with you." Right. There was this lean, hot, hunky nurse with a hard on who could cook and play Guitar Hero and they weren't going to talk about this whole thing.
He reached up and grabbed the back of Steve's neck, brought his head down so their lips met.
Steve jerked, then moaned for him, the kiss clumsy at first, as Steve tried to figure out where the noses and chins went. Once the man did, though, it was like a fire started. Steve's tongue pressed into his lips, parted them. He opened up, sucked on Steve's tongue as it started to fuck his lips.
Steve's hands were on his hips, and they were moving together, driving together hard. God, it felt so good. Better than he ever could have imagined.
He bumped into someone behind him, and he pulled away from Steve's kiss with a gasp. "This isn't the place."
"No. No, it isn't. There's a room here..."
"Yeah, you said you had one." He smiled at Steve. "You were that sure of me?"
"I was hoping really hard."
He punched Steve in the arm. "You never said anything." Not even hinted.
"You had Max." Like that explained everything.
"And look where that got me." Actually, it had gotten him on the dance floor with a sexy man who apparently loved him. He supposed he shouldn't look this particular gift horse too closely in the mouth. "Invite me back to your room."
"Would you like to come see the room I won, Bri?"
"I would." He wanted to see a lot more than the room, though.
Steve gave him this amazing, slow smile that burned him down to the core.
Wow.
Had he really been so enamoured of Max's furry muscles that he'd totally missed this?
Yeah, he had.
More fool him.
Well, not anymore. He grabbed Steve's hand. "Show me."
October 4, 2012
Lion Tamer winner
Congrats to Gail who won yesterday's contest -- a copy of The Lion Tamer, a Hammer story.
Today's offering is a 10% coupon from Changeling Press that is good for 10% off any order in the month of October, as long as there's a Sean Michael title included in the order. The code is: SnM10-2012
Today's offering is a 10% coupon from Changeling Press that is good for 10% off any order in the month of October, as long as there's a Sean Michael title included in the order. The code is: SnM10-2012
Every Rose Has His Thorne now out!
Rose has just lost his job as a bouncer -- apparently he's too scary for the job. He's working out at the gym and considering going back into competitive bodybuilding when he meets Thorne.
Short, slender and covered in ink, Thorne couldn't be any more different from Rose, but he feels a connection with the big man the moment they meet. As they spend the evening together, he believes they were meant to be. Now he just needs to convince Rose.
read an excerpt here
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Rose and Thorne first appeared in Shibari Auction House: Ben, running the tattoo and piercing shop that Master Lukas takes Ben to. This is how they meet. They were also quite noisy and there's two more stories featuring them coming in 2013.
I've also got a special coupon code for you -- SnM10-2012 is good for 10% off any order at Changeling Press in the month of October, as long as there's a Sean Michael title included in the order -- Happy October!
October 3, 2012
Rose and Thorne winner and new contest
Congrats to Janice D., winner of a copy of Rose and Thorne!
Today's contest is for a copy of The Lion Tamer, a Halloween themed Hammer short story.
Single Hammer Club Top Christopher is dressed up for the club's Halloween party as a lion tamer, complete with whip. He's an expert with the whip; he just needs to find someone special to use it on. Will newcomer and sexy kitty Travis be just what he's looking for?
Send an email to seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com (no spaces) with Lion Tamer in the subject line before noon tomorrow and I'll draw a winner in the afternoon.
Today's contest is for a copy of The Lion Tamer, a Halloween themed Hammer short story.
Single Hammer Club Top Christopher is dressed up for the club's Halloween party as a lion tamer, complete with whip. He's an expert with the whip; he just needs to find someone special to use it on. Will newcomer and sexy kitty Travis be just what he's looking for?
Send an email to seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com (no spaces) with Lion Tamer in the subject line before noon tomorrow and I'll draw a winner in the afternoon.
Rock Stars and Size Queens now out!
Rock Stars and Size Queens finds famed singer Angel at the end of his rope. Manager Jax has brought him to the Glove, sedated and undercover, for some rest and a little therapy that only the Glove can provide. Jax hires Dom Roland to take Angel under his wing, then Jax dallies with Minuet, one of the club's best subs, and a bit of a size queen. Can these four men find what they need?
This story first appeared on Turn of the Screw and in the print volume, Velvet Glove Vol. 5
You can buy it here.
October 2, 2012
Rock Stars winner and new contest
Congrats to Susan C., wnner of a copy of Rock Stars and Size Queens, which comes out tomorrow.
On Friday the first Rose and Thorne book is coming from Changeling Press. The first book is called Every Rose Has His Thorne, and it stars the tattooists/piercers who pierce Ben in Shibari Auction House: Ben.
Send me an email with Rose and Thorne in the subject line to seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com (no spaces) before noon tomorrow and I'll pick a random entry to receive a copy of of the book.
Rose has just lost his job as a bouncer -- apparently he's too scary for the job. He's working out at the gym and considering going back into competitive bodybuilding when he meets Thorne.
Short, slender and covered in ink, Thorne couldn't be any more different from Rose, but he feels a connection with the big man the moment they meet. As they spend the evening together, he believes they were meant to be. Now he just needs to convince Rose.
Available October 5 at Changeling Press.
On Friday the first Rose and Thorne book is coming from Changeling Press. The first book is called Every Rose Has His Thorne, and it stars the tattooists/piercers who pierce Ben in Shibari Auction House: Ben.
Send me an email with Rose and Thorne in the subject line to seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com (no spaces) before noon tomorrow and I'll pick a random entry to receive a copy of of the book.
Rose has just lost his job as a bouncer -- apparently he's too scary for the job. He's working out at the gym and considering going back into competitive bodybuilding when he meets Thorne.
Short, slender and covered in ink, Thorne couldn't be any more different from Rose, but he feels a connection with the big man the moment they meet. As they spend the evening together, he believes they were meant to be. Now he just needs to convince Rose.
Available October 5 at Changeling Press.
October 1, 2012
Halloween Month!
October is Halloween Month -- one of my favorite times of year. I love the weather. I love the changing of the leaves. I love the sounds and sights of the geese going south for the winter. I love Halloween. I love mini candy. Yay, October!
I may have some treats to hand out throughout the month. And I'm going to start with a contest. Rock Stars and Size Queens, a Velvet Glove story, comes out on Wednesday. Drop me a line at seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com (no spaces) before noon tomorrow and I'll randomly pull a winner to get a free ebook copy.
I may have some treats to hand out throughout the month. And I'm going to start with a contest. Rock Stars and Size Queens, a Velvet Glove story, comes out on Wednesday. Drop me a line at seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com (no spaces) before noon tomorrow and I'll randomly pull a winner to get a free ebook copy.
My God It's Monday -- Cover edition
My October releases.
September 30, 2012
Fiction *cough* Friday
Club Fantasy -- Chapter 31
Michael eyed the phone with distrust.
It rang again. It was the boss. Michael knew it. There was just something imperious about that ring tone.
So far he'd managed to avoid being in the office whenever the boss called and aside from a couple of voice mails left on the machine, it was Seth who's fielded all recent calls.
Michael debated whether or not he could get away with letting this particular call go to voicemail. If he did, he ran the risk of pissing off either the boss, or Seth, or even possibly both. None of which were a pleasant prospect.
Of course neither was talking to the boss when he'd not made any attempt to look for the supposed leak they had either.
Really, though, what did it matter if they had a leak? It wasn't like they were losing customers. Money was flowing, as were the drinks, fantasies were being fulfilled. There were so many happy people out there it was enough to make even an angel roll his eyes, let alone one who was more than a little cynical.
Dealing with a potential leak sounded like a lot of work and whole lot of not fun.
As he watched the phone and debated whether or not he could survive not answering it, it suddenly stopped ringing. Oh, cool. Decision made for him.
Grinning, Michael stood and stretched, spreading his wings out to their full length and knocking the figurines off the top shelf of Seth's Hummel collection. About a third of them fell and broke. He was going to have to try harder next time he accidentally on purpose sent them flying.
"I'm going to make you pick those up with your teeth and repair them." Oh, Seth was grumpy. Excellent.
He gave his lover his very best innocent look. Admittedly, he was little rusty, but he was an angel, so he had a head start.
"I'm sorry?"
"Liar." Seth's tail slapped across his ass, stinging.
He squealed a little. "All right, I'm not. They're horrible, evil little things." He rubbed his ass, wondering if he could get away with asking Seth to kiss it better.
"I like them." He got another, quick swat.
He'd take the swat. God, he loved that tail. "You are a bizarre little demon. It's a good thing I love you."
"It is indeed." That tail slipped up, tickled his crack.
He couldn't help but moan. "I thought you were grumpy," he gasped.
"You want me to stop?" The very tip of Seth's tail nudged his balls.
"No! No, Seth. I don't want you to stop." It felt too good. In fact, he spread his legs a little to give Seth more room to play.
"Horny little devil." No. No, that was Seth.
"You are." He smiled, his laugh dancing at the back of his throat. "I'm the horny little angel."
That tail laid down a line of fire across his thighs, burning so good.
"Seth!" He moaned, hand reaching out for whatever he could find. He grabbed onto the desk with one hand and Seth's chair with the other.
"Yes, beloved." Again and again Seth hit him, the scent of brimstone heavy in the air.
Whimpering, he pushed his ass back into the hits. Soon he felt the burning pressure of Seth's long, curved cock pressing against his hole.
"Love. Love." He pushed back, wanting that burning heat inside him.
"Yes. I love you." Seth pushed in, the heat searing him.
"Lover!" He shouted, the long cock deep inside him. His fingers curled hard on the desk, making the wood creak.
"Yes. Yes, mine. My beloved." Sharp little teeth scored his shoulder.
He bucked, taking Seth deeper. Seth's cock slammed against his gland, his wings spreading open. The pleasure shot through him, made him cry out. Seth's claws ran through his wings, gentle on his feathers. He shivered all the way to his toes.
"Mine." He got another sharp bite.
"Yours, Seth. Yours, always." For all time.
"Yes." Those claws stroked his wings again, touching again and again.
The sensations were overwhelming, the pleasure more than he could stand. He began repeating his lover's name over and over. "Seth. Seth. Seth."
That cock pushed deep, the scent of need and sulphur sudden and strong. He reached for his cock, playing with the tip, spreading the burning drops of pre-come. Seth's fingers curved over the top of his wings, molding them, touching them.
He twisted his torso to get his head turned enough for a kiss. His demon tasted like smoke. He sucked the forked tongue into his own mouth, sucking strongly. He could see Seth's horns, curving up, growing, and if he could balance, he'd touch them.
"Love you," he whispered as he came.
Seth's arms wrapped around his middle, held him close. He leaned back, not caring how awkward it was; he needed Seth. Big fat cynical fallen angel needed his demon lover. And his demon lover had him.
"I am sorry about the breakage, lover." He nuzzled back against Seth. "I was feeling... irate."
"Mmm. I understand." Seth reached around, tugged his balls. "I might still have to beat you."
He gasped softly and jerked back against Seth. "Promises, promises."
"Mmm. You know it." His temple was kissed. "Upstairs. We're off duty."
"There was a call. I let it go to voice mail." He blurted the words out, cursing his inability to keep anything from Seth.
"Good deal. We're off duty. Whoever it was could wait." There were times that loving a demon -- even one who'd been cursed with a soul, was incredibly damned handy.
He laughed and gave Seth a long kiss for that. "I do love you."
He patted Seth's ass and grabbed that wonderful tail, tugging on it like leash. "Come on, you said upstairs." Seth was likely to beat him for it, but he couldn't think of a better way to spend the rest of the night.
Michael eyed the phone with distrust.
It rang again. It was the boss. Michael knew it. There was just something imperious about that ring tone.
So far he'd managed to avoid being in the office whenever the boss called and aside from a couple of voice mails left on the machine, it was Seth who's fielded all recent calls.
Michael debated whether or not he could get away with letting this particular call go to voicemail. If he did, he ran the risk of pissing off either the boss, or Seth, or even possibly both. None of which were a pleasant prospect.
Of course neither was talking to the boss when he'd not made any attempt to look for the supposed leak they had either.
Really, though, what did it matter if they had a leak? It wasn't like they were losing customers. Money was flowing, as were the drinks, fantasies were being fulfilled. There were so many happy people out there it was enough to make even an angel roll his eyes, let alone one who was more than a little cynical.
Dealing with a potential leak sounded like a lot of work and whole lot of not fun.
As he watched the phone and debated whether or not he could survive not answering it, it suddenly stopped ringing. Oh, cool. Decision made for him.
Grinning, Michael stood and stretched, spreading his wings out to their full length and knocking the figurines off the top shelf of Seth's Hummel collection. About a third of them fell and broke. He was going to have to try harder next time he accidentally on purpose sent them flying.
"I'm going to make you pick those up with your teeth and repair them." Oh, Seth was grumpy. Excellent.
He gave his lover his very best innocent look. Admittedly, he was little rusty, but he was an angel, so he had a head start.
"I'm sorry?"
"Liar." Seth's tail slapped across his ass, stinging.
He squealed a little. "All right, I'm not. They're horrible, evil little things." He rubbed his ass, wondering if he could get away with asking Seth to kiss it better.
"I like them." He got another, quick swat.
He'd take the swat. God, he loved that tail. "You are a bizarre little demon. It's a good thing I love you."
"It is indeed." That tail slipped up, tickled his crack.
He couldn't help but moan. "I thought you were grumpy," he gasped.
"You want me to stop?" The very tip of Seth's tail nudged his balls.
"No! No, Seth. I don't want you to stop." It felt too good. In fact, he spread his legs a little to give Seth more room to play.
"Horny little devil." No. No, that was Seth.
"You are." He smiled, his laugh dancing at the back of his throat. "I'm the horny little angel."
That tail laid down a line of fire across his thighs, burning so good.
"Seth!" He moaned, hand reaching out for whatever he could find. He grabbed onto the desk with one hand and Seth's chair with the other.
"Yes, beloved." Again and again Seth hit him, the scent of brimstone heavy in the air.
Whimpering, he pushed his ass back into the hits. Soon he felt the burning pressure of Seth's long, curved cock pressing against his hole.
"Love. Love." He pushed back, wanting that burning heat inside him.
"Yes. I love you." Seth pushed in, the heat searing him.
"Lover!" He shouted, the long cock deep inside him. His fingers curled hard on the desk, making the wood creak.
"Yes. Yes, mine. My beloved." Sharp little teeth scored his shoulder.
He bucked, taking Seth deeper. Seth's cock slammed against his gland, his wings spreading open. The pleasure shot through him, made him cry out. Seth's claws ran through his wings, gentle on his feathers. He shivered all the way to his toes.
"Mine." He got another sharp bite.
"Yours, Seth. Yours, always." For all time.
"Yes." Those claws stroked his wings again, touching again and again.
The sensations were overwhelming, the pleasure more than he could stand. He began repeating his lover's name over and over. "Seth. Seth. Seth."
That cock pushed deep, the scent of need and sulphur sudden and strong. He reached for his cock, playing with the tip, spreading the burning drops of pre-come. Seth's fingers curved over the top of his wings, molding them, touching them.
He twisted his torso to get his head turned enough for a kiss. His demon tasted like smoke. He sucked the forked tongue into his own mouth, sucking strongly. He could see Seth's horns, curving up, growing, and if he could balance, he'd touch them.
"Love you," he whispered as he came.
Seth's arms wrapped around his middle, held him close. He leaned back, not caring how awkward it was; he needed Seth. Big fat cynical fallen angel needed his demon lover. And his demon lover had him.
"I am sorry about the breakage, lover." He nuzzled back against Seth. "I was feeling... irate."
"Mmm. I understand." Seth reached around, tugged his balls. "I might still have to beat you."
He gasped softly and jerked back against Seth. "Promises, promises."
"Mmm. You know it." His temple was kissed. "Upstairs. We're off duty."
"There was a call. I let it go to voice mail." He blurted the words out, cursing his inability to keep anything from Seth.
"Good deal. We're off duty. Whoever it was could wait." There were times that loving a demon -- even one who'd been cursed with a soul, was incredibly damned handy.
He laughed and gave Seth a long kiss for that. "I do love you."
He patted Seth's ass and grabbed that wonderful tail, tugging on it like leash. "Come on, you said upstairs." Seth was likely to beat him for it, but he couldn't think of a better way to spend the rest of the night.
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