Mahiro closes the door and leans against it, then slides all the way down to the floor.
Alex, Alex, Alex.
He was everything Mahiro hoped and more: responsive and tactile, easily directed, and so achingly beautiful it made Mahiro’s heart thump painfully. He was also so devastatingly sexy that Mahiro is still sitting here with half a hard-on, only barely concealed from Alex’s eyes by the bind of a full-coverage dance belt.
Mahiro fumbles his phone from his pocket and sends a quick text to Adam.
Using the bathtub if that’s ok.
His phone pings almost immediately with a reply:
Damn son that’s some quick work.
Funny. No, for me. He’s gone.
You get 20 minutes starting now.
Mahiro chuckles, then heads for the door at the end of the hall that leads down into the basement, where he and Adam
