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>Tox knew you had feelings for him, which is probably why he decided to catch you off guard with a warm "Hey." while you were sitting on the bench changing out of your cleats, before dropping the only article of clothing he wore to the cold, tiled floor.
>He had craftily stalled while changing as to ensure everyone else would be cleared out of the locker room before satisfying your mighty thirst, perhaps in regard for his own credentials.
>It must've hung there for a solid ten seconds or more, he eyed your warm gaze as it dragged up and down his deep purple length from base to tip, eyes particularly traced on the single yellow stripe that ran down from his abdomen along the top of his shaft.
>Indeed, had you pressed your face any further, his glans would've easily brushed against your lips, and yet that amethyst assbreaker was no less soft to show for it.
>"I know you've been taking peeks while I change. Everyone does."
>He gave a single pulse, letting it bound forward ever so slightly just to leave you famished before picking his shorts back up and returning to accursed decency, shooting you a coy little half-grin to seal the deal.
>After a short exchange of numbers, you find yourself turning red at the revelation that he lives a mere four houses down from you.
>As he finishes changing and packing, he passes right by you in the same cold, relaxed manner as is custom for him, only breaking the sudden return to normalcy with crystal clear intentions:
>"My place. Tonight."
>Several hours, and one assured set of directions later, you're knocking on his door, and being greeted with the same toned yellow and purple physique, red nylon gym shorts and lax eyes with an unmistakably hawklike gaze behind them that polluted your mind all throughout the day's remainder.
>It didn't take him a single glance before gracing you with a first-class invitation in to his mysterious world with a hand on your hip and a nightlong test of endurance that'd leave you sore for a solid week.
