<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf80bf">The days seemed to kind of trickle away, and even though they were training and doing every day procedures, Cole found that each day was a bit more exciting if he thought about Brad. It was later that he remembered to ask his lover to come early to the laundry room. Perfectly done, he noted, as he enjoyed the few moments with his lover, realizing that even if the Colonel didnâ??t come, they could resume things as it was. Routine was something soldiers hated, but for the caramel skilled male, he enjoyed it if it was with his lover. The same motion for their kisses was enough to mash into a wonderfully new sensational passion.<br/>
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Hearing his named whispered with such a cute voice for someone who was supposed to be tough and strong, sent shivers down his spine. â??Mmâ?¦â? then, an idea fluttered through his mind, and he smirked, as he felt the hardened length press up against his thigh. â??Letâ??s mix up the play a bit tonightâ?¦why donâ??t you prepare yourself for me, <i>slave</i>.â? he half suggested, using the term to remind Brad of his â??placeâ??. He hadnâ??t spoken about it for the last few days, as he didnâ??t want to push it upon his lover. But now that they were back into the laundry room, it seemed almost appropriate.<br/>
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Petting the other maleâ??s shaft through the standard uniform pants, he peppered a few kisses along Bradâ??s pale neck, before placing his hand at the center of the Privateâ??s chest, and pushed him towards the large pile of what was supposed to be clean clothes, ready for pick up. They were going to sweat all over it, but he didnâ??t care, as the ones that might notice, would probably sweat too fast onto their clothes during drill practices to care or give mind to.</span>