He liked the way Dallas fit against him. He really liked the sounds Dallas made, the way his body clutched so tightly around Tiago’s cock when Tiago was fucking him. Which reminded him. Dallas had mentioned he would want to top at some point. Tiago clenched his buttocks. That had always been no man’s land for him. Maybe he’d been kind of ignorant in his thinking that it also was a sign of weakness for a man to let another fuck him. Sweet baby Jesus, he really was a bigoted jerk. “Told you,” Dallas said. “I am not a weakling because I take it up the ass. I don’t take it up the ass because I’m the runt, either. I take it because I like it, and admitting to something that feels so good when others look down on you for it… That takes real strength.” “You are very smart,” Tiago murmured. He wasn’t a hundred percent convinced that he could change his own way of viewing things. What he did know was that he would have to try. Because he’d dreamt of Dallas all night.
