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They left the back room hand in hand, the night air crisp against their skin, the neon sign of Eclipse flickering behind them. The city hummed, but inside James’s chest, a new beat had taken hold—steady, fierce, and undeniably theirs. End of story.

“Do you trust me?” Bryce asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

The room seemed to shrink, the walls fading away until only the two of them existed in that amber glow. Bryce slid his hand beneath James’s waistband, his thumb grazing the slickness of his arousal. James gasped, a sharp intake of breath as Bryce’s fingers teased, then slipped a thumb inside, finding the throbbing rhythm that matched the beat of the music outside.

“Good night, Bryce,” James replied, a smile curving his lips as he felt the afterglow settle, a lingering warmth that promised more nights like this, where the world fell away and only the rhythm of their bodies mattered. Sexo Gay Bareback - James Cassidy- Bryce Jax ...

Inside, the club was a cavern of low lights, leather booths, and a crowd that moved as one living organism. The scent of sweat, cologne, and cheap perfume filled the air. James pushed his way to the bar, his eyes scanning the room for Bryce. He found him near the back, perched on a high stool, his dark hair glistening under the strobe lights. Bryce’s eyes met James’s and held them, a slow grin spreading across his face.

Bryce’s other hand moved to James’s hip, guiding him forward. He pressed his pelvis against James’s, a warm, muscular body pressed tight against him. The friction was immediate, a soft, slick slide that sparked a firestorm of sensation. Bryce’s hips moved slowly at first, finding a rhythm that matched James’s quickening breaths.

The first touch was a soft kiss, Bryce’s lips brushing the tip, sending a wave of pleasure that made James gasp. Bryce’s tongue slipped in, tasting the salty tang, flicking and swirling in a slow, erotic dance. James’s hands gripped the leather of the couch, his knuckles white, his breath coming in shallow bursts. They left the back room hand in hand,

“Good night, James,” Bryce murmured, his voice soft, content.

Without a word, Bryce stood, offering his hand. James took it, and the two slipped through the crowd, heading toward a private back room that was dimly lit by a single, amber lamp. The door clicked shut behind them, sealing the world outside.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Bryce murmured, pushing James onto a plush leather couch. He knelt, his fingers trailing over James’s collarbone, then lower, caressing the firm curve of his chest. James exhaled, the tension in his shoulders melting away as Bryce’s mouth found his ear, whispering, “You’re mine tonight.” “Do you trust me

“Absolutely,” James replied, his voice thick with desire.

Their bodies intertwined, a perfect fit as they moved together, the heat between them rising with each thrust. The room seemed to pulse with the music, a low, throbbing echo that mirrored the raw, animalistic rhythm of their bodies. The scent of sweat, mixed with the faint smell of cheap cologne and the metallic tang of desire, filled the space.