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against Nicky’s swollen lips. “So you can sleep, my love.” Nicky ground his groin against Jonas’s now softening cock.
    “Touch me,” he whispered in Jonas’s ear, his voice dripping with need. Nicky raised himself slightly, rolling his hips so his heavy cock flopped onto the older man’s taut belly. Jonas took the rigid shaft in his hand and spread the precome from the moist head to the rest of the shaft; then he cupped the young man’s balls with his other hand and pushed his fingers into the sensitive skin just behind them.
    Leaning on his outstretched arms, Nicky involuntarily thrust into Jonas’s strong hand. “Fuck yeah, that’s it!”
    “Go on,” Jonas urged him, and Nicky stopped holding back.
    “Gonna come… Jonas… come all… over you!” Jonas squeezed just a little tighter, making the foreskin slide forward a little more as Nicky pulled back. With the next strong Façade
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    thrust, Nicky came, shooting thick strands of semen onto Jonas’s chest and shoulder. The young designer pushed a few more times, convulsively, before sagging down into Jonas’s inviting arms.
    Jonas smiled as he squeezed him tight, taking in the feel of the young man’s satin smooth skin, the smell of his hair, now short but still all over the place, the heaviness of his deceptively thin frame.
    He felt extremely content as the body relaxed even more, breathing becoming shallow and relaxed. He cupped Nicky’s head and slowly rolled to his side, carefully placing it on the pillow beside him.
    When he pulled away, Nicky protested mildly and incoherently.
    When he stood up, the complaints were rather more vocal. Jonas laughed as he made his way around the bed in search of the packet of wet wipes that had become synonymous to sex with Nicky. He was beyond tired but he knew Nicky would be grateful later when they woke and he was spared feeling the flaky stickiness of dried come all over their bodies.
    Not finding what he needed on Nicky’s side of the bed, he moved to the bathroom. When he returned to the dimly lit bedroom, Nicky had fallen asleep mid-stretch, half on his back, half on his side, his arms over his head and his mouth slightly open. Jonas brushed away the satin sheets to reveal the body he looked forward to worshipping for the rest of his life and carefully started wiping the long sides and flat abdomen.
    “Mmm, ’s cold!” Nicky whined.
    “Just using a few wipes to get us clean,” Jonas replied softly as he wiped himself as well.
    “Fuck the wipes,” Nicky answered. “Need you here right now or you’ll ruin my sleep.”
    Jonas threw the baby wipes in the wastepaper basket and crawled back under the covers.
    “Diva,” he muttered under his breath, while Nicky snuggled closer in his arms.
    “Yeah, but I’m your diva,” Nicky replied with a chuckle.

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    Jonas put his hand over Nicky’s face and pushed him away, just for fun. He felt content to lie there with his arms full of Nicky any night, though, so feeling the young man snuggle closer again made him fall asleep with a smile on his face.

    THE next morning Jonas woke up alone. He turned over and felt that Nicky’s side of the bed was still warm, so he couldn’t have left that long ago. He inhaled his lover’s scent from his pillow and felt it harden his morning erection. A drawn-out yawn made him open his eyes. The curtains and the French doors to the balcony were open.
    For a moment he blinked to adjust to the bright light streaming in from outside, but then the long form came into focus.
    Nicky was standing on his balcony stark naked, having himself a languid stretch.
    “Come back to bed, you moron,” Jonas joked. “You’ll scare the neighbors.”
    “They should be used to it by now,” Nicky answered without turning around. “I’ve been doing this for as long as I can remember.
    In this house, that is.”
    Jonas raised an eyebrow, remembering the time he spent in this bedroom and never saw daylight, but he didn’t say anything.
    Instead he got up and wrapped the sheet around himself before venturing out onto the balcony. There were no apartments at the other side of the street, just a park which slowly sloped down. To one side the road curved down as well, so unless a neighbor hung himself out of his window to look onto the terrace, there was no way anyone could see them. When Jonas turned to the other side, he saw the balcony was lined with neatly manicured shrubs about as tall as they were, and he