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oh God, he had no idea how it happened, but Chris was naked, facedown

on the king-sized bed, arms helpless at his sides, ass in the air.

Xander pressed down at his shoulders and with a long, solid arm

under Chris"s middle, positioned him perfectly, then grabbed his hips

with hard fingers and—

Oooooooooooooooohhhh….

He slid home, inside Chris"s body, and the entire world stopped,

crystallized, became completely about their merged flesh and the

completed half of his soul. Chris was slick, the toy had been lubed, but

he was strong, and he clamped around Xander"s cock like a hot fist, and

Xander groaned again at the feeling of home, and then absolutely needed

to move.

He did.

He pulled back and snapped forward and again and again and again

and again andoh my God, “Chris!”

Chris moaned beneath him as Xander fell over his back and

shuddered, spending inside his body while Xander"s toes curled and

calves clenched, and he convulsed and came until his entire body,

tightened to the point of agony, climaxed and released in a rush so hard

he collapsed.

Chris lay flattened, used, barely able to breathe under his bulk, and

laughed maniacally into the comforter.

“Oh God,” he panted, even as Xander rolled sideways and pulled

his mass of muscle flush against Xander"s sweating, replete body.

“God"s not here. I did the best I could.”

Chris gave that manic laugh again. “Bullshit. Of course God"s here.

If you"re here, Xan, God"s here. It"s the only time I know it"s the truth.”

Xander couldn"t help it. His eyes burned, and his breath came

short, and his arms, wrapped around Chris"s shoulders, shuddered, hard,

and the creases of his eyes stung as the tears slid through them and onto

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