He looked away from the stare, gazing around the room, seeing Rafael’s crisp modern style. Even the books on the shelves were perfectly lined.
Daniel found he couldn’t lie. “You ordered me to.” He lifted one shoulder. “And you said yourself you’re not the usual.”
A smile curled over Rafael’s lips. “Put your wine on the coffee table.”
He did as he was told.
Daniel’s chest swelled with the praise; there was something so fulfilling about the compliments from him.
Rafael’s hand snapped out, gripping him by the neck, and dragging him closer. It didn’t hurt him, but it was possessive. Daniel’s cock stood at full attention in an instant, the thin material of his designer slacks leaving nothing to the imagination.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“God, yes…” he started, but Rafael cut him…
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