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Link couldn't help but laugh again. Sour, was he? He watched Bryce's lips move around the mouth of the water bottle and smirked. Bryce was a prickly one, stubborn and certain of his masculinity. It certainly presented a challenge. Link was used to gorgeous young males flinging themselves at him, practically bending over for a chance at his cock. How was he supposed to woo the un-woo-able? He hardly doubted Bryce would react well to being shoved into the bathroom and fucked against the sink. Or maybe he would?

"Oh yes? And who did you correct? I suppose I should ask 'how.' You strike me as a ready fighter." He liked that about Bryce. He was scrappy, tough. He and Bryce were definitely physical matches. But for all that bravado, which Link admired, he couldn't help but want to see him pinned under a round belly.

Wanting to get away from prying eyes, fearing that Bryce would never be receptive in front of his friends, Link let his hand slide across Bryce's shoulders. It could have been a casual touch, but the heat in his palm, the weight of his hand, suggested it wasn't casual at all. "Why don't we dance a little, hm? I'd like to see your body in action."

Fife smiled brightly to see Samuel's slight belly. There was something comfortably normal about him. He was painfully handsome, he'd made himself a success, was confident and sharp. Nothing could detract from Mr. Owens' shining qualities. Then Fife blushed and looked away. Maybe he needed a cold shower. Two hours out of the compound, and he was already getting worked up.

His blue eyes slid over Samuel's face, as if he were trying to read the meaning behind his words. In the end, his smiled turned warmer, his blush brighter, content and relaxed to be in his company. Already, this place was feeling like home. Now all he had to do was keep from getting kicked out, like he had everywhere else.

He shrugged, tracing the rim of his wineglass, sipping the liquid tentatively, savoring it as it filled his mouth with dark flavors. Hell, everything about this moment felt like sin, and he loved it.

"I feel like I've been looking for love my whole life. The heart-pounding kind, you know? To breed me not because he has to, but because he wants to. It's not like I'm some needy housewife-wanna-be. I just think it would be nice to feel desired. Like, your mate looks at you like you're oxygen. Like he has to have you, right now, right on the coffee table. Passion, you know?" As for children, he couldn't deny he was curious, wondered what it would be like to carry and nurture the life of a beloved husband. But that was such a faraway thought, it was easily dismissed.

"Maybe I'm being silly, I dunno." He stood, clutching his shirt, feeling stupid for having taken it off. "Yeah, maybe I could go take a peek at them? I've never had my own clothes. I could model them for you." He grinned. "You wanna show me the way?"