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“I cannot believe this is happening.” Marcus growled against his chest and Cory sighed. This was not how their early morning skinny-dip was supposed to end.
Glancing around for idiotic dog-walkers up at the ass-crack of dawn, Cory slapped a hand to his forehead and winced. Marcus’ teeth bit gently into his flesh and Cory gasped when Marcus sucked. The position was one Cory had planned, but in his imagination he was writhing beneath Marcus’ lips in ecstasy. The lone bee who had been accidentally crushed between their naked chests hadn’t figured at all. Pity no one filled in the bee.