...Antony pushed back his hood, and dark brown hair with golden highlights tumbled out. He ran a brush through his hair. “God, but that feels good. We’ll need our half masks, but the hoods can go.” He handed the brush to Sam. “Want to use it?”

Sam freed his head from the hood and ran the brush through his sandy blond hair. Amazing how intimate just sharing his brush felt.

“I might have known you were blond,” Antony said in a quiet voice.

“Oh?”

The need to touch Antony had been so strong all evening that Sam couldn’t resist tipping up the man’s face now. “And then there’re your eyes. Now I understand the reason for the smoky lenses in your mask. Anyone who knew you would guess on the spot who you were just because of these remarkable eyes.”

Antony looked down, his composure seeming to evaporate at the compliment.

Sam ran his finger with a light touch along the scar he’d seen peeking from beneath the half mask. “The accident?”

Antony nodded.

“It gives you character.” Without thinking, Sam framed Antony’s face with his hands and leaned in to press his lips on his eyelids, closing them.

Antony let out a slow breath and rested his hands on Sam’s hips.

Sam boldly sought the lips he’d wanted to taste all evening.

Antony’s response was immediate. He slid his hands around to Sam’s butt and pulled him hard against him. He opened his mouth, and when Sam’s opened in pleasure and surprise, his tongue dived in. They tasted and explored heat and wetness, tongues twisting, then penetrating with the foretaste of sex, hot and steamy.

Lust ignited in Sam’s groin and, hungry to satisfy it, he fought to find a way into Antony’s pants to touch the thick cock rubbing against his. With a groan, Antony reached under his top and pushed his pants down enough his erection could spring free. They both stared as it landed in Sam’s hand.

The blue veins on his cock were distended, mapping the way to an almost purple crown.

“Rub me,” Antony said, in a strangled his voice.

Sam’s pulse raced as, one-handed, he freed his own cock. The minute Antony’s warm hand closed around it, he began to tremble with the need to feel more and lose himself in the feelings.

When Antony released him and pulled his hand away, Sam uttered a firm “No,” as the warmth and pressure of the hand disappeared. He reached for Antony’s hand and sought to guide it back to his oozing, aching hard-on.

“Wait. We’ll ruin our costumes. I have condoms.”

In seconds, they’d stripped, velvet falling to the ground in a silent settling of black and cerulean, while stockings, boots and shoes joined it with a thud. Antony pushed Sam until he fell back on the bed, and Antony unrolled the thin latex sheath over him and pressed another into Sam’s hand. Antony leaned down, and Sam felt heat as Antony stroked his balls with a light touch, gently squeezing before kissing them. Then he licked, his tongue circling each globe.

“I can’t get enough of you,” Antony said as his hot breath laved the sac even as his mouth did. “All night I’ve wanted to fuck you so bad I couldn’t stand it. I guessed I’d have had to jerk off if you weren’t gay, if you hadn’t wanted this, too.”

He knelt and straddled Sam, jutting out his cock. Sam sheathed him, bringing a gasp from Antony. “Did it feel that good for you?”

Sam knew it was a rhetorical question. Antony took his cock in his hand and traced Sam’s belly button with it, pushing its crown into the shallow dip.