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heatedly, shoving his hands inside his clothes. Ian resisted him again and pushed him away to remove his jacket, carefully hanging it up behind the door. The man had to agree that the idea wasn’t a bad one and did the same with his own suit jacket, shirt and finally trousers.
    He stood then there, dressed only in a pair of boxer briefs, but looking as if he was standing in the middle of the restaurant, talking to his friends. Ian followed his example and removed the rest of his own clothes, getting rid even of his underwear. It had become a sort of game between them to dare each other and see who will be the one on top.
    The man went down on his knees before Ian and started to worship him with gentle kisses and soft sucks. His hands were on Ian’s ass, cupping and squeezing the firm muscle, while Ian was doing his best not to moan or make any other noise. He could hear people coming in and doing their business, but for now no-one suspected what was going on behind the closed door of the last stall.
    It was quite a performance to watch Ian’s struggle to keep quiet with all the sensations running through his body. The man almost laughed at his desperation, but then Ian used his upper hand to bring him up and facing the wall. It was unexpected, but he wasn’t going to complain, especially when hot lips started to trace his spine, descending lower and lower. Ian kneeled behind him, tugging at his underwear and opening his legs as far apart as possible in his current position.
    Both men were suppressing their moans and were trying to breathe quietly. People were coming and going outside and he was wondering what the two women they came here with were thinking right now. But then, Ian used the tip of his finger to penetrate him and all thoughts about other people and future problems were forgotten. The feeling was amazing and just what he needed right now. Ian worked his finger up to the first knuckle and started to move it around. He was careful not to touch his prostate and the man was going mad with anticipation.
    “Fuck!” A deep cry escaped him, when Ian finally started to play with that special place inside of him.
    “Shh…” Ian warned him and stopped what he was doing to listen at what was going on around them. Someone was washing his hands, but no-one seemed to be paying attention to them. Once he heard the door close behind the man, Ian continued to attack with gusto the small bundle of nerves that was driving the other man crazy.
    When he couldn’t take it anymore, he rose up abruptly, throwing Ian on the floor and trying hard to calm his breathing. Ian grinned at him from his spot on the floor and watched with fascination how an angry red blush colored his face. He walked towards him, looking determined to have his way this time. He backed Ian against the wall and started to forcefully kiss him with open mouth and teeth.
    Ian surrendered willingly, opening his mouth and locking their tongues together. Their position wasn’t very comfortable for this kind of job, but nothing about their present situation was what one would expect. His legs were giving out under him and he wondered how long he would last like this. Outside, in the real world, a group of men was joking about some hot woman that was playing one of them, but behind the closed stall door, time had stopped.
    “Now!” Ian growled, completely shattering the illusion of submission and the other man simply had to roll his eyes at him. He collapsed onto Ian once he was buried all the way inside, trying to gather himself together.
    Both men moaned at the sensation of being once again united in the most intimate fashion. Ian looked at him helplessly, letting him kiss him deeply, while starting to ease his way inside him again.
    “Move…” he muttered and tried to lift him with both hands.
    “No…” Ian answered and pushed down with all his strength. He looked Mason in the eye, silently asking him to stop fighting this thing between them. The older