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“I love me too.”

Romeo tried so hard to keep an amused grin from creeping on his face. But that failed miserably. Even in close, intimate moments, he always loved teasing P.

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warm release messing up his own clothes. Since his addiction to lips was sated enough, he withdrew from the kiss and looked down at him.

“Feel better?”

P succumbed to the overwhelming sensation. So did Romeo mere seconds after his stifled voice. In the final thrust, so much seed released inside him until some of the fluids seeped and stained the wooden surface.

But his lips had yet to pull away. Not showing the slightest care about P’s

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With his own weight, he leaned forward until his lover was lying on the crate with Romeo overshadowing him. Passionately kissing lips.

His eyes closed tightly. The stimulation from his tightness causing his hardness to ache the thicker it became. P’s behavior wasn’t different from his own. But the blond kept his mood contained. His hands’ firm grip to his waist proving otherwise, though.

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“You’re not going to yell to the clouds with your sweet voice?”

“Playing coy, huh?”

He said breathily. His rough thrusts not relenting from his hold on him. Romeo was close. More close than he anticipated. P’s voice didn’t make it any better. But the teases he gave here and there was encouraging enough to hold it in.

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“Maybe next time.”

His hands gripped onto P’s small waist. Firmly keeping him in place. Romeo’s hips thrusting into him more ruthless than before now that he had room to accomplish it.

That left him in brief thought. He knew P would enjoy such thrills, but was still focused on the time they had left before festival ends. His thrusts suddenly cease as he gave a kiss to his lover’s lips. Carrying him to the medium size wooden crate near the brick wall and laying him on his back.
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“Do you want to get caught?”

In a way, he was jesting. But he was also not a man who’d say no to P at all. He leaned his head closer to whisper near his ear. Romeo’s thrust slowing amid teasing him further.

“How about I give you a reason to scream? That will surely bring forth a crowd.”

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With both of his hands now lifted the brunette by his legs, he thrusts his hips upward and with so much force it sent the smaller man lifting a little higher.

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He turned his beloved so they were face to face, lifting one of his legs by the thigh and used his other hand to pushed his hardness into a hole that felt just as eager to be taken. Clearly showing how serious P was about needing him.

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Foreplay for him wasn’t necessary, fortunately. Being that P’s lecherous behavior effortlessly sent his body to the brink. Just as effortless, he undid his own fabric and pulled his hardness out of the confines. His manhood still hot as if defying the current climate.

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did say you wanted to ride the ferris wheel, after all.”

His tone low enough for only P to hear.

His words served as great motivation. Boosting Romeo’s desire to satisfy his lover more than ever. As his eyes glance to the end of the alleyway to make sure no passerby sees them, the speed of his hand around his hardness increased.

“I should drive you crazy as quick as possible then. You

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Digits gripped and pumped slowly on his member as he gave sweet kisses to his cheek.

“Where’s the thrill in telling you, Carlo? Then again, asking that is redundant at this point. Isn’t it?”

Though P was bare, he kept his body close to him for warmth. His hands admiring his medium frame before his fingers eventually found his manhood.

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filled with curiosity. Though the weather was frigid, he knew P could handle a little cold. The thought making it easy for him to strip the puppet from out of the every piece of fabric hiding his body.

“Guess you need a warm up.”

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But the sternness in Romeo’s voice made every words sound convincing. He pulled P’s arms away from his shoulders. Turning his beloved around until his back was pressed to him. His hands touches and rubs on the brunette’s slender body subtly firm and

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If the choice in location was a surprise for him, what he thought next was worse.

“You’re telling me that after the numerous teasings, you’re out of ideas? I guess you’re not quite adventurous as I thought.”

Of course, he was merely taunting him.

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“We’re here, are we not?”

His fingers rubbed tenderly on the freckled cheek. Pressing his lips just as gentle on his forehead.

“Your wants are my priority, after all.”

With a brief kneel he brought him back down to his feet. His body now turning to look at him with his arms folded.

“Good. Because this alley will be our play area.”

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murky alley. Slightly far enough to not make their presence known to those walking by but not enough to conceal sound.

“You’re may regret that, Carlo.”

Romeo said nothing beyond P’s words. Not after seeing an alleyway that appeared desolated. Or maybe there could be few prying about. The thought making him curious as to how much confidence his love could contain. His decision made, he made his way into the

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He gave him a side eye. Confidence more apparent in his voice.

“Have you forgotten last time, Carlo?”

“Hah. I doubt that. But don’t worry. Once I find a spot, you’ll see why.”

He smirked.

“Ah, needy, needy.”

But even now, how could he say no to him? His pride and joy. While walking with his lover held carefully on his back, his eyes occasionally shift from one side to the other. Looking around.

“Something tells me you’re going to eat those words soon.”

His face slightly redden from the question. His voice worsening his mood. He kept his arms firmly around P’s legs the rose to his feet.

“I don’t think people want to hear screams if I was to satisfy that question.”

“Hah. No worries. You’ll always have a back to ride on.”

Now that the carousel was at a complete halt, he got off the horse then walked towards the steps. Crouching onto one knee and waited for P.