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coming in Xander"s mouth until Xander couldn"t swallow anymore.

“Forget it,” he gasped. “Just fuck me. C"mon, Xander. I give.

Game over. I need you.”

Xander got rid of Chris"s sex toy in a hot hurry, because whatever

Chris wanted, whenever he begged for it, that was top priority and totally

serious. He didn"t flip Chris around, because there had been a thread of

needing in his voice, and Xander wanted to see his eyes. Instead, he

swung his own body around and splayed Chris"s thighs up over his

shoulders, angled his hips and drove in.

Chris"s head was thrown back, and his eyes were closed, and he

was completely immersed in his own pleasure. Xander thought he looked

beautiful, and bent down, kissing his neck, his chest, his shoulders, and

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not moving his hips at all. His cock was almost overstimulated, and there

was still that enflaming weight in his bottom, and his whole body was

trembling with need, but he needed to kiss Chris, be tender to him,

treasure him, more than he needed to move.

Chris caught his breath, and then lifted his hands from where

they"d been scrabbling in the bed, and held Xander"s face in place before

capturing his mouth. Xander closed his eyes, lost in the kiss, completely

and totally immersed in the man he loved until his chest ached with it,

and somewhere in there, of their own volition, his hips started to move.

Chris lost focus again, and begged a little, “God, yes… like that—”

And to Xander"s surprise, he came, just like that, shooting slick and hot

between their bodies before he wrapped his legs around Xander"s hips

and begged, “Don"t stop!”

So Xander didn"t. He kept thrusting, kept thrusting, and then kept

hammering, and pounding, until his entire body grew cold and then hot

and the pressure in his groin, his balls, his ass grew excruciating and a

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