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legs.
    Vincent nudged his hips forward so his erection brushed Oliver’s parted lips. But the silent request wasn’t necessary.
    Bracing his hands on Vincent’s thighs, Oliver opened his mouth and worshipped Vincent’s cock in earnest. Long, plunging strokes coupled with hard suction. Relaxing his throat, he took him all the way down and swallowed, massaging the sensitive head. When the powerful muscles beneath his palms began to draw tight, he shifted down, ducked beneath, and pressed openmouthed kisses on his ballocks. Vincent widened his stance, granting him greater access. Oliver took it and more. He drew one testicle into his mouth, sucking and tugging lightly before moving to the other. All the while, he pumped Vincent’s length, his grip firm, his hand sliding easily over the spit-slicked skin.
    Vincent’s hard pants filled the air around him, mixing with the distinct scent of male sweat. They pushed him onward, demanding more.
    “Turn.” He nudged Vincent hip. “Let me lick your arse.”
    A low growl rumbled from Vincent’s chest.
    Oliver shifted back, giving Vincent room to comply, and glanced down. Damnation. His clothes. He tugged at his waistcoat, not caring in the slightest when a few buttons popped loose and skidded across the floorboards. He yanked on his cravat and whipped his shirt over his head. Very briefly got to his feet to push off his trousers. His erection sprang free, so rigid it slapped against his belly. Need drumming through his veins, he drew his hands down the strong lines of Vincent’s back to his hips and nudged him to better face the bed.
    Vincent bent at the waist and braced his hands on the mattress. Oliver dropped to his knees and parted those muscular cheeks, baring Vincent fully to his view. He painted a line down that forbidden crease with his tongue and pressed a kiss to his entrance.
    “Ah hell.” Vincent pushed back, pushing against Oliver’s mouth.
    He eagerly gave Vincent what he needed. Licked and kissed the perimeter until the tight ring of muscle began to relax. Pulled his cheeks more firmly apart and slipped his tongue inside, teasing the highly sensitive nerves. Then he slid a finger alongside his tongue, gently stretching him.
    He heard a muffled thump —likely Vincent punching the mattress—accompanied by another curse.
    A wave of lust washed over him. Thick and potent, soaking his senses. His cock jerked, demanding attention. His ballocks were drawn up so tightly they ached. Rather than give in, he savored the heady thrum of anticipation, savored the need so strong a twinge of pain rode hard and heavy behind it.
    Finger thrusting and mouth working, he lavished Vincent with pleasure until Vincent’s curses filled his ears. Gasping for breath, he pulled back.
    Vincent growled. “Damnation, don’t stop.”
    “I’m not.” Hell no, he wouldn’t stop. He pushed on Vincent’s arse. “Get on the bed.”
    Vincent didn’t pause, didn’t hesitate, didn’t even glance back at Oliver in question. His muscles bunched and flexed beneath pale golden skin as he shifted onto the bed to lie on his side. Oliver quickly joined him, pausing only to snatch the bottle of oil from the bedside table drawer before nestling behind him.
    He poured a generous amount onto his fingers, pressed a kiss to Vincent’s shoulder, and pushed two digits inside. Tight muscles clamped around his fingers. Slick and hot and soft as the finest silk. His cock jerked again, bumping against Vincent’s thigh. Careful and slow, he pushed deeper to rub Vincent’s gland and was rewarded with another muffled thump of Vincent’s fist against the mattress.
    Of their own accord, his hips thrust in short compact nudges in rhythm to the strokes of his fingers fucking Vincent’s arse. His hard cock rubbed against Vincent’s thigh, greedy for any sort of friction. The heat pouring off Vincent’s back scorched his chest. Sweat pricked Oliver’s skin, slicked the hollows behind his knees, and