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</div></div><br/>Ever probably came to the assumption that Magnus hailed from a French-speaking country from the exotic way he pronounced his surname, but was surprised to discover that his country of origin was Germany. From the flowing cascade of words that fell from the man's lips, it was difficult to imagine any of the guttural roughness accompanying the use of the spoken Germanic language, part of his ancestry. Ever's lips quivered into a faint smile when Magnus mentioned that his accent had become subdued over time. Maybe it might have sounded that way to Magnus' ears. But to Ever's American ears, his accent was more than obvious.<br/><br/>"Well, I was pretty far off the mark, wasn't I?" chuckled Ever.<br/><br/>"How do you like Seattle so far? Most people complain about the constant rain, but you get used to it after a while." he inquired.<br/><br/>"You'll have to tell me all about Germany sometime. I've never been there, but I have gone to Italy once and loved visiting the country."<br/><br/>The topic of the Japanese Tiger melon had not gone unacknowledged, it was only a matter of time before the conversation switched back to the subject, probably due to the way Ever had gestured at the display. He didn't necessarily believe that Magnus would actually follow through on his promise to purchase one of the decadently expensive melons for him. Warning bells should have gone off in Ever's head when Magnus' eyes lit up and he commanded him to stay put in the produce aisle. A thrill of excitement was left in his wake, as Magnus made his way over towards the palm-sized melons, selecting the perfect one to take with him to the checkout lane.<br/><br/>Even though Ever wasn't being held under Magnus' thrall, he obediently waited for him beside the blood orange display, somewhat in awe of his new acquaintance. Rendered speechless by the kindness of a complete stranger, his reply of gratitude emerged in a warm sounding croak from his throat when Magnus took his hand, peeled his fingers open and placed the miniature fruit into his palm.<br/><br/>"Wow, this is amazing. I don't know what else to say. What a treat! Thank you, I will. Maybe we should exchange phone numbers or something so we can touch bases on how good the melon tastes?" Ever suggested.<br/><br/>Ever's verdant eyes were still glowing with the erotic tingle that Magnus' hand had left in the center of his palm where he placed the Japanese Tiger melon. As Ever brought it to his nose to take a deep inhale, he thought that it was a fruit with a rich flavor, bright green color and a sweet smell. The tiny melon's shape was perfect with no distortion. It had recently been the recipient of a shower, with water droplets still glistening on it. With no rotten spots marring the smooth skin, it was sweet perfection straight from the vine. Ever took it, gently placing the fruit in the upper basket of his shopping cart so that the purchase was kept separate from the things he had yet to buy.<br/><br/>It almost seemed a shame that Ever would have to eat the melon alone, when the succulent fruit was meant to be shared. For a moment Ever's dreamy eyes shut closed, imagining that it was Magnus that he was sharing the melon with, and that the fruit wasn't the only foreign beauty that he wanted a taste of. He briefly visualized himself lapping the juices of the melon from Magnus' full, soft lips as they lay together. As his eyes reopened and Ever cast his gaze upon the handsome blonde before him, he suddenly felt very exposed.<br/><br/><i>Yes, he needed to go before he blew his load into his jeans. </i><br/><br/>Magnus turned him on, and it wasn't just based on appearances alone. There was something about him that drew Ever like a moth closer to a flame. Ever wouldn't dare refuse him a slot in his busy schedule in order to sit down and describe in detail what it was like to consume the melon Magnus gifted him with. His cock was rock hard, and a feeling of immediate overflow almost overwhelmed him. He was about to say something, just as Magnus produced a flashy business card from his pocket with his phone number on it.<br/><br/>He didn't know whether it was the lingering stroke of Magnus' fingers as they dragged over his wrist, or what happened. But there was no explanation for how time just froze in space for a moment and everything--including Magnus' conversation came to a standstill. Ever stood there, staring deeply into Magnus' alluring eyes before snapping completely out of his trance-like state to pluck the business card from Magnus' fingers. Ever didn't notice that Magnus had company until he looked up through the stasis and noticed a man that looked exactly like Magnus standing on the periphery beside the strawberries.<br/><br/>The shock of seeing two men that looked exactly alike, suddenly catapulted time back into motion, "Oh, there's two of you!" Ever blurted out in surprise.<br/><br/>Twins. That was even more unusual, but a pleasant surprise.<i>What man wouldn't fantasize about being taken by a set of twins, and allowed to explore each other's bodies with lips, tongues and cocks? mused Ever.</i><br/><br/><i>Oh I have to goooo. I can't. I just can't.</i><br/><br/><i>I can.</i><br/><br/>"When we're done shopping, would you like to come over to my place? We can chat, perhaps have a cup of hot Matcha if you're interested...and<i>he</i>..." Ever pointed, where he'd seen Magnus' doppleganger standing near the strawberry display.<br/><br/>"...<i>He's</i>more than welcome to join us. If you'd like to, that is?" Ever asked, never before had he been this bold with his desires before, and the trend wasn't likely to change the more he began to assert himself as a gay man.