Intense City Love

BISON AND KANT.... MY OWN STORY.

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"Missed me?" Bison's voice was low and gravelly, his breath hot on Kant's neck.

"Always," Kant replied, his deep voice laced with desire. He turned in Bison's arms, their lips meeting in a fierce kiss. Kant's hands tangled in Bison's hair, pulling him closer, needing to feel the heat of his body. Bison responded with equal fervor, his tongue dancing with Kant's, tasting the familiar flavor of his mouth.

As they kissed, Bison's hands roamed over Kant's body, mapping the familiar terrain. He traced the lines of Kant's tattoos, his fingers memorizing the patterns as if he were blind and this was his way of seeing. His touch was both gentle and demanding, sending shivers down Kant's spine.

Kant moaned into Bison's mouth, his hands moving down to grip the firm curves of Bison's ass, pulling him closer, seeking friction. He could feel Bison's erection pressing against his own, both of them hardening with each touch and kiss.

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