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holding cells, was there actually a place to keep real prisoners? He couldn’t imagine that they’d leave him in a comfortable room like that if they found out who he really was and why he was there.
                  The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. Blake walked inside, and Dylan automatically followed. He was glancing around as the door shut. It wasn’t anything special. He watched as Blake hit the ground floor button. There were three basement levels and a ground floor.
                  He was busy wondering what could be on the other levels when he was suddenly shoved against the wall. Blake pushed his knee between Dylan’s thighs, pressing their hips firmly together. Dylan wasn’t sure if he actually felt Blake’s excitement, or if that was just his imagination. The man put his hands on Dylan’s hips, fingers inching up under his hoodie and his shirt to feel the skin beneath. His thumbs hooked into the waistband of his sweatpants. Any protests were cut off, as he was once again kissed. The kiss was rough and eager. Dylan’s hands automatically went to the man’s arms, bracing to push him off.
                  “There’s a camera,” Blake whispered against Dylan’s lips, “Above the control panel, to your right. Behind me.” He tilted his head so Dylan could glance to the camera lens in question. He looked back to Blake. The man was close. Their noses were touching. He realized Blake was taller than him by several inches. His hair fell down to brush against both their foreheads. He was smiling. His eyes, framed by long, light lashes, danced with amusement. “At least pretend you want to kiss me. Do it for the camera.” He said, subtly nodding his head toward the control panel.
                  Dylan frowned, “Who are you?” He demanded in a whisper.
                  “I’ll tell you later. For now, kiss me.”
                  He hadn’t thought that Blake could get any closer. He was wrong. Blake’s body seemed to melt against his, relaxing so that every curve, every line, every inch, was pressed together. He could feel it through the layers of clothing. When Blake kissed him this time, it was strangely slow. He captured Dylan’s lips and held them with a firm tenderness that made Dylan’s head spin. It had been so long since Dylan had kissed anyone. It had been so long since he had been this close to anyone. He had forgotten what it felt like.
                  Something inside him stirred as his body responded to Blake’s gentle touches. The man’s hands crept up his sides before moving back down to his hips, stroking his skin, fingers exploring. The waistband of his sweatpants was loose enough that it would take no effort at all to pull it aside or push it down. He was aware of this, and Blake was aware of this. Every time Blake’s hands moved down, his fingers dipped past his waistline, testing the resistance before retreating. Dylan’s fingers curled into Blake’s arms. He meant it as a warning, but the man didn’t even flinch. Dylan was mildly surprised as he had a firm grip.
                  Before he could pull himself together to properly kiss him back, Blake was moving away. His lips trailed down his jawline and pressed a kiss to the hollow beneath before moving down his neck. Blake gasped and jumped as Dylan’s teeth suddenly bit down where his neck met shoulder.
                  Then the elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. Before he could protest, Blake had moved away from him and was once again tugging him along by the hand. Dylan didn’t miss the satisfied smirk on Blake’s lips when he had pulled away.
                  They emerged on a floor that was richly decorated. The floors were covered in intricate rugs and paintings and tapestries covered the walls. Blake briefly paused as they exited the elevator and looked around. Dylan couldn’t see much