chimeraangel
ᥬᩤ𓊆 WARNING : 𓊇ᥬᩤ
This is a fiction-p*rn novel. There will be intimate scenarios and sex. Please do not read if you are not comfortable with explicit content.
. . Dasher is a 6'1, blonde, a pretty boy with a mischievous spark and a quiet, kind side.
. . On Xander's side, he is a 7'2, black haired, handsome and rugged man, who's charming and pretty clever.
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Dasher was a pretty boy stuck in a rough office life - low salaries, high stress, and a boss who was a total motherfucker that Dasher would love to c*strate if he ever wants to.
. . Around 6 pm, after a "small" argument with his boss, Dasher went to a nearby café for a coffee, where he met Xander - a gentle, charming barista who caught his eye.
Dasher came here often. Sometimes they talked. Didn't fix much, but it made life easier.
Later that night, in the dark, he stumbled upon Xander in . . . an odd position - and panic ran through him.
Would he make it through the night, or would tomorrow be even more "something else" ? ~𖹭