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Stildyne met men with such odd tastes.

It was a pleasure to have Hart molesting his body, and he let it go on a while-- took the time to step out of his shoes and trousers.

But then it was hands on Hart and doing his own exploring-- the man taut, fit, narrow. Stildyne started to push him back flat on the bed, crawling up to follow.

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Stildyne stood in his kitchenette, washing dishes and berating himself.

He was going to have to break himself of the habit of meeting sharp-cheeked gentles and taking them home at a moment's notice. It was going to get him in trouble one of these days. But on the other hand, why not an evening in pretty company? It wasn't as if either of them expected much out of the other, and Stildyne was getting altogether to complacent with having Stanoczk always about.

Not that he was tired of Stanoczk. Or sharing lovers with him. Quite the contrary. That thought was enough to distract him mid-wash, hand resting heavy against the plate he'd been scrubbing.

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Stildyne had made up his mind not to be manhandled and yet it was being done so pleasurably. Settling back on the shower bench, closing his eyes against the shower spray, he tugged the smaller man closer, to kiss his neck and shoulders.

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There had been a slight friction at the gym, if he wasn't imagining it, but things between owner and trainer had been mostly peaceful. Apparently Camulus wasn't holding his slip against him too hard-- now if he could figure out what had scraped the other man so roughly, he wouldn't do it again.

He'd come back to his own room, which wasn't entirely foreign. He did still spend a night or two here a week. In a quiet, mostly contented mood, he dealt out a one-man card game across the hotel table and started to play.

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It was two and a half hours till gym close, one that saw a fidgety Stildyne scaring the customers mostly because they'd never seen him fidget quite like this before. It wasn't hard to chase them out.

Stildyne locked every door, reset every piece of equipment, closed as he closed most every day-- but faster than he'd ever done it before.

He was ...impatient.

And then he was done, and it seemed very reasonable to stride into Camulus's office, hook the chair back away from the desk with one foot, and pull Camulus up, out, and into a hard kiss.

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