Starglow Basin Erkeklerin Tutkusu

the pretty boy’s back, his jaunty gait bouncing down the halls of the stone quarter. 

soto wonders how long before the bounce is bled from him. the cartel has a unique way of grinding fresh meat into hamburger; all soft edges and no more bite. 

his eye lingers a little too long on the shapely curve of the lion’s muscular haunch. juárez is silent, he’s had his own taste of his brother’s proclivities. niño titters. 

soto ignores them both and their grainy presence fade, compartmentalized briskly in the back of his head. 

he pointedly juts his chin and holds it higher than the lion’s as he speaks. infórmame.