throat, gloved hand slick with Hector’s blood digging into him as he drove Stavros backward. One step. Two. Three, and he slammed Stavros into the wall he’d been leaning against earlier. His lover chuckled, eyelids lowered. Daniel inhaled him, that scent of Stavros that stayed in his nostrils. Drugging. “Diablo.” He breathed the name across Stavros’ lips, and it lit up the other man’s eyes. Softening his features. Damn him. Damn them. “Did you miss me?” Stavros gripped Daniel’s hair, holding him just as tight. Despite Daniel’s hand at his throat, Stavros bent forward until their foreheads were
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