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âOh, these choices are horrible,â Vitaliy laughed. âWhereâs Marvin Gaye when you need him?â He tilted his neck, enjoying Caseyâs actions as he looked through the rest of the records. After a minute, he let his head fall, eyes closing and lips curling into the slightest smile. And a minute after that, he pulled away just enough to reach up and pull his shirt off over his head playfully.
âBetter?â he asked, giving up on the music altogether and reaching for Caseyâs shirt, but not pulling on it, just lifting it a little so he could slide his palm across the manâs abs. âYou wanna go to the bedroom? Might be⌠more comfortable.âÂ
Casey hummed softly, running his fingers through Vitaliy's hair softly. "Bedroom," he confirmed, sliding his hands down Vitaliy's back to encourage the man to jump and wrap his legs around him. Casey could lift him. He could carry him to the bed.
He supported Vitaliy's ass in his palms as he carried the man towards the bedroom, Casey's lips finding his neck. "Which door?" he asked softly, pressing Vitaliy against the wall. He shifted to bring his lips back to the brunet's.
"How do you want this, baby?" Casey asked against Vitaliy's lips. "What do you want?"









