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Marcel's mind was completely clouded the minute his lips touched the soft ones in the darkroom. He didn't get to take a look at the person, but he had a good idea who it was. As he had only known the lips of two men in his life, and he recognized these ones immediately.
Emanuel's hands immediately went under Marcel's shirt, tugging it upwards before Marcel realized what he was doing. His eyes shot open but his lips were still molded to the kings.
'Wait.' he managed to spit out in between their lips.
'Don't fight it. That's an order.'
Marcel knew what he was doing was wrong. But he didn't stop. He let Emanuel's hand roam his body. He even started liking it and let out a moan when the king moved to cup his crotch.
'Do you miss this, bons?' Emanuel said as he moved his lips to
