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Chapter 84 of Chocolate! Updated on Patreon 

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Part 2 (Sneakpeek)
          
          ...“It’s cool, nigga. Fuckin’ with you.”
          ...He pulled Nash hard to him, feeling a bit of fight back in return... He pulled Nash in tight again, and rough housed him with a hand to the stomach...
          “Don’t be mad, nigga,” he remarked... “It’s your boy Key.”
          ...“Whatever shit goes down, you know ‘Breeds here for each other... More than ever, you know we here for each other.”
          ...“No matter what shit happens, I’m there for you. And you there for me.”
          ...“We boys, right?”
          “Yeah.”
          ...“I’m horny, nigga.” Then he tossed on, almost instantly, “That’s all.”
          Nash was reading his face... “You always horny, Keeyan.”
          ...Keeyan moved closer, countering the distance Nash had made. His arm was heavier this time, more insistent...
          “We boys,” Keeyan remarked, cold and hard. “Fucking stop it.”
          “Fuck you.”
          ...He let his fingers dig into jacket and arm... “Stop it. We boys.”
          ...“I’ll look out for you, nigga,” Keeyan remarked, hard... “I’ll keep you warm if you so fuckin’ cold.”
          His hand dipped down behind the belt and waistband, feeling cotton boxers and the dense scratch of Nash’s pubes. The motion had been so quick and unthought out. Nash hardened again under his arm, and his hand quickly found his boy’s dick, and grasped up about it.
          Nash tensed hard, his lean body going rigid under Keeyan’s arm. “Key… what the fuck, man?” His voice was low, strained, but his dick was already twitching and filling in Keeyan’s cold hand.
          Keeyan didn't answer, feeling some of the resistance fade away as he started playing with a skill that came from years of self experience. Nash’s breath came out shaky, misting in the cold air. He kept his face turned away, jaw tight, but his hips gave a small, involuntary roll into Keeyan’s fist. The conflict in his body was obvious—pissed off, but hard as hell.

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          Sneak Peek (Dubcon / Raw Street MM)
          “It’s fuckin’ cold,” Keeyan complained again. It was too quiet, even with the traffic. Nothing compared to the noise of the party, since they had left it. He looked through the darkness to where Nash was sitting down against the wall. "I dunno that I wanna piss, man. Means I got to take my dick out. You wanna hold it so I don't get cold?"
          Keeyan saw Nash looking back his way, but his expression was lost on his poor eyesight. He just shot his friend a shiteating grin, all fooling and clean white teeth against his dark complexion. When it was apparent that Nash wasn’t going to bite, he stepped up to the wall like it was a urinal, planting his feet apart...
          He offered Nash the bottle from his pocket... When Nash shook his head, he sat down next to him...
          "Could use gettin' my dick in something warm tonight," he remarked, idly... "Wanna feel how cold it got just takin' it out to piss?"
          Nash shook his head. "You crazy."
          Keeyan put his arm around Nash’s shoulders... He realised he could feel Nash’s lean form trembling, and worked out that he was colder than him. He dropped his voice to that low tone he sometimes used with the girls...
          "That warm you up, okay?"
          ...“We’ll be cool,” said Keeyan, that quiet, smooth tone touching his voice again. “Ain’t that long till mornin’ anyway, nigga. We can keep warm.”
          ...“I can get your hand warmed if you want,” he remarked, smiling privately at how lewd it sounded... “You know, nigga...”
          “What?”
          “Keep your hand warm.”