didn't know what to say to you. I didn't know about you, because Fischer never elaborated. Of course you'd hate me. But what Fischer and I have, or had, back when you were a part of him—that was between me and Fish. I'm sorry that you were involved without your consent, but you're here now. So just fucking tell me, Faris. Tell me what you want, because right now, the hard dick that's rubbing against mine tells me that you want me, but the look on your face says you'd rather die than let me fuck you. What. Do. You. Want?!” “Oomph,” I grunted as he threw himself at me, wrapping his arms around
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