tableau. For a moment he appeared lost in thought, rapt in some scene only he could see.Until he blinked like a lazy cat and smiled at D’abu. “Nope.”D’abu was on the point of turning way, sensing a high-maintenance personality he was inno mood to deal with, when the young man reached out his hand. “I’m Édouard. Can I buy you a drink?”“Maybe later, Édouard. I’m okay for now.”D’abu had thought the man was reaching out to shake, but Édouard instead stroked twofingers down the inside of his wrist, and D’abu’s cock stirred. He’d always beenalarmingly easy to arouse, but it caught him off guard to be propositioned so openly, bysomeone as obviously young as Édouard appeared to be.“Would you like to go somewhere a little quieter? We could ... talk.”The pause before the last word told D’abu all he needed to know about what was reallyon Édouard’s mind. Another languid stroke of fingers on his wrist that might as wellhave been down his cock had D’abu thinking twice. He cast a glance in Alex’s directionand found Alex watching, a disapproving look in his distinctive blue eyes. Looking back at Édouard, D’abu was struck suddenly by the similarity in coloring. Same seal-brownhair, same fair skin with pink undertones, similarly knowing blue eyes – although Alex’smight be a shade or two lighter.“At least tell me your name.”D’abu turned as the fingers trailed lazily up his arm, lighting small fires under his skin,all of them leading straight back to his cock. Now standing next to Édouard was asimilarly tall, similarly lovely young man, this one angelically fair, one arm drapedindolently along Édouard’s elegant shoulders.Catching D’abu’s arched eyebrow, Édouard performed the introductions. Or, attemptedto. “You still haven’t told me your name. This is Patrick, by the way.”Leaving his friend’s side, Patrick stepped between D’abu’s legs, spread wide as theywere to straddle the barstool. Moving deep into D’abu’s personal space, Patrick cockedhis head a bit as he lifted a hand to touch the side of D’abu’s face. Stared a moment before tracing a delicate finger along his cheek and down his neck.His tattoo, D’abu stupidly realized.Strangers were frequently curious, but the spell cast by the touch of the exquisitely blondPatrick slowed D’abu’s mental processes considerably, as blood fled his brain -- to feedhis rapidly filling cock, no doubt. “D’abu.”
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