He felt the familiar throbbing in his veins, like a beat that was only meant for he and Mateo to share. His fingertips grazed like lightning bolts over his neck, marking Mateo’s skin with a heated touch that seemed almost murderous in its ferocity. He could taste the lust in every single syllable and the thrill of seduction filled the air like it was alive. This was it. This was what he’d been waiting for all along.
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He raised his lips to my ear, whispered, “I’m ready for you,” and grabbed my hand, leading me to the darkness of the last car. His kiss was heady with the promise of pleasure as my tongue explored his. Our secret rendezvous had begun, and soon our full length embrace fastened two bodies together amidst the clacking of wheels.