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It was a one-time hookup.
That was what Arthur kept telling himself, time and time again, in the back of the car, against the shower wall, in the office. Just a one-time thing.
If that were so – how come he was staring into Lovino’s eyes yet again, watching him come undone, whispering sweet nothings into an ear made deaf by pleasure? Why was it that he felt his heart flutter at the mere thought of the elder Vargas?
He concluded he was going mad – probably had been mad for the decades they had been conducting secret trysts in janitors closets and hotel rooms. But if this was what madness was – did he ever want to be sane?
If the madness meant getting to see Lovino melt under his touches, whimper out his name and bite his lip – then he didn’t quite mind going mad.
It surprised him then, as he almost reached the brink of orgasm, almost let go of his feelings, that Lovino brought himself up on shaky arms and whispered into his ear, and spurred him to continue.
“Ti Amo…”