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It had been years since he’d enjoyed a kiss that felt fulland complete by itself, and not just the sloppy prelude to a quick disrobing.He felt as if he were kissing all the Romans at once. The Roman who cried, theRoman who grieved, the Roman whose eyes twinkled when he was excited, and yes,also the Roman who’d bared himself in the hot lights earlier that day. Theywere all one man, one man with whom his breaths were now joined.

And when they broke, Ethan found himself gripping the sidesof his face, savoring the sight of the young man’s slick and swollen lips.

“I could consume you, you know that?” Ethan whispered. “Icould do things to your body that no man’s ever done before. That doesn’t scareyou?”

“The only thing that scares me is that you’ll be too afraidto try,” Roman whispered back.

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It was sweet torture, driving in separate cars backto the hotel.

In the lobby, their steps quickened until it felt like they werejogging for the privacy of the elevators.

As soon as the doors closed behind them, they fell into eachother again, Roman dropping the bag he’d brought in from the Bentley with aloudthwack. One hand seized the back of Ethan’s head as they kissed.It was one of the young man’s signature, hungry moves, Ethan was learning, andit had the effect of melting Ethan’s spine.

He told himself to wait, but as the elevator ascended, heyanked Roman’s shirt up over his flawless chest, revealing the nipples the manhad teasingly dabbed with icing nights before. He gave in to the temptationhe’d repressed then, suckling them both, one after the other, alternatingbetween hard sucks and wild flickers of his tongue, finding out which one madethe young man grit his teeth and growl—the answer was both. As he held the backof Ethan’s head with both hands now, his hips bucked, upper back pressing flatagainst the mirrored wall. It thrilled Ethan to discover that even during thattwisted game, Roman had baited the parts of himself that were alive withnerves, centers of pleasure. That even as he’d plotted Ethan’s destruction, hisdesire for Ethan had lit up his skin and warped his quest for revenge.

Then it was a race down the subtly curving hallway and intothe dark room.

Theirroom, now.

He’d planned for a quick frenzy of disrobing, but Romanpulled him to the bed before either of them could undress.

Suddenly they were lying together, side by side, mouthslocked as Roman clawed Ethan’s cock from his jeans, moaning approvingly overthe hardness, stroking quickly and firmly and without hesitation. Ethan did thesame to Roman, rendering their pose full of lustful contradictions. The two ofthem almost fully dressed, cocks exposed, unable to tear each other away from theother’s mouth, kissing hungrily as they stroked madly—the pose of experimentingyoung men powered with the voracious kisses of seasoned lovers.

Roman’s cock was thunderously hard and throbbing with thevigor of a man in his twenties, a man in peak physical condition, with a desirethat couldn’t be faked. And it was his heat and thickness and pulsing blood thatgave even more truth to Roman’s earlier emotional confession of desire. Therealization enflamed Ethan’s already radiant desire. The fantasies of all thethings they’d do together in this room were making him dizzy when suddenlyRoman cried his name—high, sharp, and full of warning. Ethan realized—toolate—that the throbbing in Roman’s cock wasn’t just evidence of his goodhealth.

Roman erupted.

Hips bucking, mouth flying open against Ethan’s. No choicebut to commit to it, Ethan realized, to finish him off, empty him of the desirethat had boiled to the surface so quickly it could barely be contained. Butthere was so much of it, and Ethan’s groans turned to appreciative laughter ashis hand was slicked with Roman’s seed. And he was grateful for the room’sdarkness and shadows, grateful Roman’s cock wasn’t garishly lit the way it hadbeen in the studio. That it was wet heat and hardness in his hand—more feelingthan object.

As he gasped for breath, Roman brought their noses together.“Sorry,” he finally said. “Didn’t mean to… I mean, thought I could hold outlonger but…”

“Usually one only apologizes in these circumstances when onecan’t finish at all.”

Roman unleashed a breathy, nearly silent laugh. “I shouldtake care of you now.”

“Actually, this is probably for the best,” Ethan said. “Yousee, there’s a certain hazard to being intimate with a man in his forties.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” Roman grinned. “I love razor burn on myass.”

Laughing, Ethan kissed his forehead. “No, it’s that areliable erection after dinner is like a...”

Roman kissed Ethan on the cheek, then brought his lips tohis ear. “A perfect dessert?” he whispered.

“More like a pig with wings,” Ethan grumbled.

“Ah. Gotcha. Well, maybe my youthful energy willcompensate.”

“Or we could just conservemyenergy and I couldrelease it full force at the right time. Trust me, it’ll be better if we wait.Besides…” Ethan put more force behind this kiss. “There’s one thing I’d verymuch like to do with you.”

“What’s that?”

“If memory serves, it’s quite pleasurable to wake up withyou in my arms.”

Roman moaned gently and leaned into his embrace. As timepassed, he wondered if they’d fall asleep this way. “All good, I guess,” Romansuddenly said, “but at some point you’re going to need to wreck my bussy.”

“My stars! Your generation is so forward!”

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