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Nikolai, two years in the making, is now available.

$5.95 from Circle Dark

A sample:

"Thank you, doctor. You may go." Ligatos filled the door of Nick's room, wearing only a pair of black cotton sleep pants. The doctor sketched a short bow to him and left. Nick looked. He stared, in fact. There was nothing left to his imagination.

His eyes strayed up to the muscular chest and he stared at the gold nipple rings that gleamed on the smooth skin, their black beads the color of Ligatos' short hair. Nick' first impression had been right, legalities did not hold here. His gaze caught briefly on the mouth–that mouth!–traveled down the strong arms, then followed the single line of dark hair from the navel into the waistband of the sleep pants and lower. The cotton clung, and his mouth went dry with fear and wanting.

Ligatos looked back, and Nick fought not to fidget under his gaze. He felt vulnerable and
exposed, sitting on the bed still cuffed, even while he was fully dressed. His shirt was unbuttoned, where he’d tried getting it off, before being stymied by the cuffs. Nick was well aware of the eyes on him, practically caressing him. His cock woke up and took notice.

“How has your evening been?” Ligatos’ bland tone betrayed nothing as he leaned on the
doorway.

Nick matched it. “Interesting.”