Scott stepped into the apartment, ready for movie night with his boyfriend, Ralph. But instead of finding Ralph, he found Ant Vega lounging on the couch. Ant’s muscular frame filled the space effortlessly, his blue tank top clinging to his broad chest and shoulders. Scott blinked, taken off guard by the unexpected sight. “Hey,” Ant said, his deep, confident voice carrying an easy charm. “He’s running late. Got held up at work.” Scott nodded, his heart beating faster as his gaze lingered. Ant’s presence was magnetic, his dark eyes playful but intense. The air seemed thicker with him there, and Scott couldn’t ignore the way his thoughts shifted from anticipation for movie night to something far more dangerous. Ant stood, his towering frame closing the space between them with slow, deliberate steps. The way his muscles moved, the way his eyes never left Scott – it was intoxicating. “Looks like it’s just us for a while,” Ant teased, his voice low and smooth. Scott’s breath hitched as Ant brushed his hand against his. The unspoken tension ignited, and when their lips met, it was electric. In the quiet apartment, with time on their side, Scott surrendered to the moment, desire overcoming restraint.
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