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Tryst in the Library

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Books fell from shelves spreading clouds of dust, two silhouettes embraced, red hair draped over a black suit, crimson jacket resting in a heap on the floor.

Leather gloves grasped around dark locks, glasses clinking together before they are removed, and put somewhere safe.

They keep moving against each other, kissing, muffled moans disturbing the silence of the library.

Foreign sensations of leather on skin, cold and impersonal, slick with sweat and other fluids, clench around a hard cock and the redhead comes with a moan of his name, writhing in the heated embrace of his cold lover.

"Yes, William."