This is a little snippet from a current work in progress slated for publication for a m/m anthology–providing I don’t go over the word count. If I do, I will make it a novella*.
“You are drunk.”
“Madly so.” Talbot flashed a wicked smile before he dropped to his knees. Maxime snatched his friend’s hair, intent on jerking his head away from his erection but as lips met the shaft, his breath hitched. The beauty of Talbot’s darting tongue and hand working his phallus could not be denied. He gripped his deviant companion’s head and forced more of his cock into his mouth.
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*Went over the word limit for the anthology so this will be a novella. My progress is in the footer below.