Chapter 3
Sometime deep into that same night, Dezi woke, feeling the warmth of Rox’s body against him, and felt his desire for him billowing up from within. Rox lay with his back to him, so he nestled up as close as he could and reached around him, still smelling the soap Rox had used the day before. Wanting to eat him up, he pushed his hair out of the way and began kissing his neck. Dezi had the strangest urge to lick at the pleasing fragrance as he fantasized about plunging his c**k deep into Rox’s hole again, but he didn’t want to wake him up. For some reason he realized he was smiling. God, how long had it been since he’d woken up with a smile on his face? It was so hard to explain how he felt. He seemed so full—of something. It wasn’t only his c**k being full of c*m, or the god-awful
