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Ethan's quiet stillness has always balanced Marc's restless chaos, but when Ethan proposes a blindfolded game in his bedroom—no talking, no moving, no sound—Marc is forced to surrender control for the first time. Every pause stretches the silence tighter, and Marc must decide how far he'll let this dark intimacy go before the blindfold comes off.
I'm on my back on Ethan's bed, the blindfold tight over my eyes, the room so quiet I can hear my own pulse. Ethan's weight settles on the mattress beside me, and I feel his fingers brush my wrist—a qu
Ethan's hand slides from my throat down my chest, his palm dragging over my shirt until it rests at my waistband, his thumb hooking the edge of my jeans. I feel the pressure of his fingers against the
I lie still, the ghost of his thumb still on my lip, when I feel the mattress shift and his weight settle beside me. His fingers find the hem of my shirt, pinching the fabric between thumb and forefin
Ethan's fingers hook the waistband of my boxers, and he pulls them down my hips, the cool air hitting my cock as it springs free, hard and leaking against my stomach. He doesn't touch me, just lets me
The mattress dips as Ethan's weight settles over me, his thighs bracketing my hips, and I feel the shock of bare skin—he's stripped down too, his cock hot and hard against mine. He grinds down, a slow