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gate. “No paparazzi, coast is clear.”
    “Think they’d notice us if we sort of casually walked hand in hand?”
    “Naah, happens all the time in Paris.”

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    THEY walked through Paris for a long time unhindered, never bothered by anyone; in fact, it felt like the city was deserted. They talked a lot about their families and about growing up different from everyone around them. About what they needed in a relationship and about what they didn’t want.
    Eventually they ended up overlooking the Seine as the sun started creeping over the horizon. Nicky was cold and had almost crawled entirely into Jonas’s arms and the jacket he’d been wearing.
    Right now there was silence only broken by the pigeons checking them out as a potential source of food. Throughout the night the moments they weren’t talking had become less and less tense, and Jonas started to feel very comfortable holding the young man in his arms like that.
    Nicky yawned demonstratively. “I think we’d better head home, unless you want to carry me.”
    “I think you’d better walk. You’re not as light as you look, you know,” Jonas answered, hinting at the night when Nicky fell off his balcony and Jonas carried him inside.
    “Okay,” Nicky admitted with a theatrical sigh. “I was thinking how nice it was. Home in Paris is my house, in London we can take turns, in Madrid it’s your house, and in Milan it’s me again.”
    “New York?”
    “Penthouse,” Nicky admitted proudly.

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    “Tokyo?”
    “Penthouse,” he repeated.
    “Nice!” Jonas chuckled. “But you have a lot more houses than me!”
    “Well, you can always work harder,” Nicky teased, tickling his lover’s sides.
    Jonas knew Nicky was exhausted. He flagged down a taxi and gave the address to the driver. It was no surprised that he had to wake the designer up by the time they made it to the house.
    “Want to fuck you,” Nicky drawled against Jonas’s neck after the two of them made it inside.
    Jonas chuckled. “It’ll be a miracle if you make it upstairs, let alone get it up, dear.”
    Nicky fumbled between them. “Look, he’s been wanting to say hi since that kiss in the kitchen.”
    Jonas looked down and saw Nicky’s erection sticking out of his opened trousers. “That’s an awful long time to be sporting wood.”
    “I know,” Nicky moaned, “but you wanted to take a walk, and I figured we had all the time in the world.” He stretched and yawned languidly, and then he lazily took Jonas’s hand and pulled him up the stairs, stopping along the way for more kissing and groping. By the time they made it to the bedroom, Jonas was rock hard as well despite his tiredness. The fact that somewhere halfway up the stairs Nicky had stuck his hand down the front of his light linen pants probably had a lot to do with it. Jonas was still trying to get out of as many clothes as possible when he was pushed down on the bed.
    “Want to taste you,” Nicky said hurriedly. “Want your cock in my mouth. You know how much I like to suck your cock, don’t you, Jonas?” Feeling the young man settle himself between his legs, arms resting on his thighs and deliciously hot mouth and tongue on and around his already leaking erection, was making him dizzy, so flat on his back was indeed the safest position.

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    “God, yeah,” Jonas exclaimed, feeling his legendary restraint slip with every lick of the tongue and squeeze of the balls. Watching the designer deep throat him, solely focused on the large member, was almost too much.
    “Close, Nicky,” Jonas warned him huskily.
    “Oh yeah,” Nicky answered taking his mouth off for just a moment. “Want it all!”
    Jonas didn’t want it to end this quickly, but then again, being sucked to completion wasn’t something he’d experienced often lately so he tried not to resist. He wanted to fully enjoy the tightening of his balls and involuntary contractions of his groin.
    Watching Nicky lap up every bit of seed that spurted out of him with such hunger was in itself incredibly arousing.
    Seeing the beautiful, supple body crawl onto the bed and over him wasn’t bad either. Tasting himself in Nicky’s lazy but intense kiss was something else he enjoyed tremendously. In fact, the idea that this was something with the potential to become permanent was nestling itself into his stomach and creating a warm, fuzzy feeling there.
    “Let me make it good for you too,” Jonas murmured