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After his ex had dumped him for a twink half Ziggy’s size, who didn’t have a macho vibe in his tiny, untattooed body, Ziggy had found another job and upped sticks to put some distance between him and the pair.

No one wanted to have their nose rubbed in the fact they weren’t anything like the person who had replaced them.

No.

Ziggy didn’t need that shit bringing him down, so he’d done the adult thing and made some positive life changes, because that’s what adults do. He didn’t mope about, or not much, and sorted out a new life. He was used to doing it, had lots of practice. By now, he was a damn professional at it.

Hazardville, he’d discovered, was an industrial town but, despite that, it had lots of potential. Finding Hidden Desires just outside the city limits was an unexpected bonus after getting a job at Starling Enterprises.

The job paid so well he’d been able to afford a nice apartment that didn’t require a roommate to share costs, and he had money left to splurge on places like Hidden Desires.

Finding out that the folks he worked with were fun loving and friendly, and had welcomed him without question, was like life had rewarded him for being a brave soldier.

He liked the entire team of PAs, none of whom judged him for his appearance.

Life was perfect… or it had been. He wasn’t sure what to expect now.

He stared unseeingly at the end of his vast bed, reprimanding himself for not considering that all this good had to come with a damp stinger!

Silas is a stinger of a good kind.

He ignored his snake side and also the ache in his throbbing balls from being left right on the edge of coming. Shoving at the warm sheets, he rolled out of bed on unsteady legs, cursing all the way to the bathroom.

Naked, he scratched at his beard, staring at his hard cock, willing it to deflate when he couldn’t focus to pee even though his bladder was full.

After a minute of trying, his body gave in.

Turning to walk to the shower stall, he didn’t lookin the mirror as he passed before starting up the spray of hot water.

Tiredness dragged on him and even knowing he should probably try to get a couple more hours as it was dark beyond the window, sleep would evade him after the eroticism of his dreams. He rarely dreamed so vividly about sex, but when he did, it always unsettled him.

He suspected it was his own fault after he’d spent the whole of the previous evening spanking the snake after meeting Silas without the hormonal imbalance of his heat.

A heat could coat everything in a sexy glow that was never quite the same, when the post-heat come down happened.

Silas had left while Ziggy was asleep. He’d no expectations of him staying once the urgency of his heat had passed.

It was there in the agreement he’d signed with Hidden Desires.

There was no kissing, cuddling, no nurturing aspect.

He hadn’t wanted that. So meeting Silas without the cushion of lust removed any doubt Ziggy might have had at just how fucking hot Silas was in person.

In that suit…

His hand gripped his shaft, his eyes closing as the image of Silas sitting behind his desk came unbidden, tempting him. Dark locks brushed back from a brooding face, all hard lines that revealed none of what the other man was thinking until Ziggy looked into those stormy gray-blue eyes.

A throaty groan came with his hand speeding up.

Using his pre-cum to aid in the glide of his fingers, he stroked harder, faster, twisting his wrist at the head, adding pressure and imagining himself forcing his cock down Silas’s throat.

His head fell forward, his breathing labored at how good it had felt.

The wet, tight clasp while Silas choked on his length, spit running out of his mouth, his eyes glassy from the high.

“Fuckkkk,” Ziggy cried only a half dozen strokes later. He came all over the tiled floor, shuddering and cursing Silas’s stormy eyes that begged so beautifully for more.

His legs wobbled in the steamy room as he pulled himself together, jerking a towel off the rack and throwing it on the floor in disgust. When he was sure his legs wouldn’t buckle, he stamped on it, then got into the hot shower.

Water streamed over him and his eyes closed to block out just how much he wanted a repeat, but with Silas there to catch his cum in his mouth.

This is going to turn into a fucking mess.

How was he supposed to work around Silas with all the imagery in his head?

How?

You could—

No, I could not do whateveryou’re about to suggest. So please keep your damn thoughts to yourself.

Like that’s going to happen.

Laughter and hissing followed, and Ziggy grabbed for the shampoo, hoping like crazy he could get his thoughts out of the gutter.

Out of the shower, dried and standing in front of his closet, he felt only marginally better that he’d resisted the need to have another wank.

I’d go with deep red silk today, that always makes you feel invincible.

“Give me fucking strength,” he moaned, then sighed in resignation as he picked out the red silk. His snake was not wrong, it did make him feel invincible, and that couldn’t be a bad thing, could it?