As the early morning light pierced the sheer curtains, Karl sat propped with pillows against the headboard. Tonio lay with an arm and leg draped over Karl’s body, his head snuggled against his chest. Karl played with the soft, black curls on his lover’s head with one hand and with his other gently stroked Tonio’s forearm. He closed his eyes and let happiness fill his being.
Too good to be true, too impossible to believe, he thought. But the reality of touching the man’s body and the soft sensation of his breath on his chest testified to the fact that what was happening was indeed true and needed to be believed.
The phone rang. Tonio stirred and raised his face to look at Karl. “Good morning,” he said in a husky, sleep filled voice that made Karl’s p***s twitch and his balls contract.
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