Seated in the middle of the fabric on the sectional was Daniel. He wore the deep-blue leather pants he liked so much and nothing else except the ring around his finger that was the matching symbol to Clark’s chain. Daniel’s wavy dark hair hung to his shoulders. His beard was trimmed short, and in the low light, his deep-blue eyes looked like black coals flickering with embers. The UV-inked koi tattoo that wrapped around his side was white against his deeply tanned skin. His arms rested on the back of the couch, and his legs were crossed, one ankle propped on the opposite knee.
For a brief moment, Ellis had to struggle not to fall to all fours and beg to get f****d by both of them, playing be damned. Clark held him in strong arms, one hand wandering to caress Ellis’s balls, and when Daniel
