Ox pressed lips to the top of his head and then his briny mouth.
Our seed.
Runt kissed his chest, and above him, Ox nodded once. That was answer enough. If they hadn’t already, they’d find a way to love each other.
The world grows with us.
Out on the edge of the universe, they had time and space enough for everything they wanted.
Hot Head (Dreamspinner Press)
Damon Suede grew up out-n-proud deep in the anus of right-wing America, and escaped as soon as it was legal. Having lived all over (Houston, New York, London, Prague), he’s earned his crust as a model, a messenger, a promoter, a programmer, a sculptor, a singer, a stripper, a bookkeeper, a bartender, a techie, a teacher, a director . . . but writing has ever been his bread and butter.
Though new to M/M, Damon has been a full-time writer for print, stage, and screen for two decades. He has won some awards, but counts his blessings more often: his amazing friends, his demented family, his beautiful husband, his loyal fans, and his silly, stern, seductive Muse who keeps whispering in his ear, year after year. Damon would love to hear from you; you can get in touch with him at:
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