Gay Cop Investigates BDSM Case

Andy kept gently suckling on my cock, drawing out every last drop of my joy as if his life depended on my sperm for his sustenance. He timed his motions to my ebbing reactions, slowing his movements until I finally lay still, my hands dropping to the sheet on either side.
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I tossed the towel up over the shower door once my hair was fairly dry. It was raining outside, as it did so often here in the City, so I wasn’t too concerned with the damp. My hat would keep my head warm, anyway.
Looking down at the bed kept a smile on my face as I dressed. Looking at my face you wouldn’t think I smiled all that much. It was a face more accustomed to growling or frowning. After decades of being a City cop, the frown seemed etched into my soul like a brand on my bones. I’d seen things… and done things… which made me wonder if I would ever smile again.
But Andy…
Andy always made me smile. Just looking at his sweet face and his perfect body made me feel like a kid getting his first look at a Christmas tree piled with presents. Andy was all that was good and right and loving in my world.
Of course for the uninitiated, a look at the bed where he lay face down might look a bit like a crime scene or the aftermath of some violence. The sheets were rumpled and pulled all out of place. The comforter and half of the pillows were strewn across the floor around the bed. My young beautiful partner lay face down, arms and legs askew in the position I had left him in when I went to shower. The only sign of life would be if you got close enough to...