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The Bruise-Black Sky - John  Wiltshire

But, fuck, it felt good. Every single molecule worked to exhaustion and now this, this rising surge of desire from the core of all his masculinity, the hardness of his cock, the tight rise of his balls—and all this with another man. That was the beauty of the whole thing. There was nothing of a woman in this. It was all a man’s concern—his strength, his power, his manhood, his sex, his smell, and the roughness of his flesh, the intensity of his grip. The pain. The bruises.  


Good lord. *passes out and can't look for gif*