Page 42 of Filthy Puckers


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But although I try to concentrate on our assignment, all I can think about is gray sweats and hockey players railing me on the ice.

GlowStick

What are you wearing, Kane?

Kane

Really? That’s your opener?

GlowStick

What, you wanted poetry?

Kane

Wouldn’t kill you

GlowStick

Fine. Roses are red, masks glow in the dark, tell me you’re naked, and I’ll get hard

Kane

That was terrible. But since you asked, leggings and an oversized T-shirt

GlowStick

Bet they look even better tangled around your ankles

Tell me a kink. We all have one

Kane

That’s a dangerous request

GlowStick

So is asking to be chased by three masked men

Kane

Cold. I love the cold. Ice, snow, rink walls against my back

GlowStick

Fuck. Same. Cold burns and I love it. We might have to ruin you on the ice just to prove it

Harry

Cold’s good. But nothing gets me harder than impact. The sound of skin on skin

Kane

You boys will be the death of me

GlowStick

Death by orgasm has a nice ring to it