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“Please.” “Please please please. Is that all you two got? You had a better chance asking to suck my dick before you meet your end.” Poor things would never know the pleasures of having my cock rammed down their throats, but hey, they could have offered.
"Well, I like my men a lot more direct," he said. "Not some goddamn crybaby twink that's gonna lie under me and moan and cry like a little bitch. Ain't into it." I raised a brow as he said that. Really? Quincy might have been high as hell, but what I heard was that he wasn't so much a top, but a bottom. I'd had men use me plenty of times, plowing my holes as frantically and hard as they could while I pretended to be into it. But he seemed different. Quincy wasn't what he appeared. "Yeah?" I asked. "And do you like your men stuffed into your asshole?"
I wrapped a hand around his throat and squeezed his brown skin. "What are you going to do about it?" "Nothing," Quincy spat out. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Cuz you like to take it up the ass, don't you? Bet it's been a while for you. I mean, you're always supposed to be the tough one, right? The one on top?" I glanced around his apartment. "This place already lets me know so much about your personality. You are definitely not in control, Quincy."
Daiki thought he was getting the same treatment? He could kiss my abused hole.
"あなたとのキスは病みつきになる。気をつけないと。" Kissing you is addictive. I should be careful.
"Don't forget we have to go shopping for Gin and Ash's baby name day thingy." Blake grunted. "Thought I gave you money for that?" I pressed my knife against the back of his neck. "Are you calling me a deadbeat?" "No, more like a trophy husband." He turned his head, a smile on his face that instantly warmed my heart.
Arms wrapped around my shoulder before I knew what was happening. Hot tears hit my shoulder. "You're so kind, Quincy, and super cool. Everyone deserves happiness." Ash's words were wobbly as he cried in my arms. "What the fuck did you do?" Gin's tone was ice cold. A stark difference to his usual playful tone. His dark brown gaze zeroed in on me as if he was planning my death.