“I don’t want this,” Luke whispered. “If you want it, you’ll have to force me.” Roman thumbed open the button of his fly. “I’m not in the mood to play that game tonight.” His gaze roamed over Luke’s smooth legs, his cock aching as he imagined them wrapped around his waist. “Let’s drop the bullshit, shall we? I want to fuck you. You want me to fuck you, even though I’m not the nice man you want to have babies with.” He sneered at that, his irritation spiking. “Prep yourself,” he said. He could do it himself, but the less he touched the boy, the better. Touching him was fucking addictive, and
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