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tumult of desire coursing through his body. Without hesitating, he took all of the throbbing cock into his mouth, his lips gliding down the rigid length to the black, curly pubic hair at BOUND IN BLOOD
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    the base. He eased back slightly then plunged forward again, the flat of his tongue laving the underside of the pulsing flesh as he moved up and down on the hard shaft.
    A low growl escaped Carlos’ lips, and Chris was lifted into the bigger man’s arms then gently laid on the bed. Carlos leant over him, his dark eyes locked on those that gazed up at him with longing and trust. Chris raised his head, capturing Carlos with a kiss, moaning softly as he felt the full lips part under his and Carlos’ tongue invade his mouth, setting every fibre of every nerve within him on fire. Carlos pulled back a little and began to lick his way over Chris’ throat, his chest, his abdomen, into the golden down of his pubic hair. His hands stroked the smaller man’s thighs, the tips of his fingers caressed the underside of Chris’ balls. He leant forward, taking the head of Chris’ cock between his lips, sucking on it smoothly at first then, as Chris writhed beneath him, with long and urgent strokes.
    A murmur of ecstasy mixed with some impatience escaped Chris’ lips, and he reached for Carlos, tugging at his thigh. “Need that beautiful cock of yours over here.” He turned on his side as Carlos shifted position bringing his erection to Chris’ eagerly waiting mouth.
    “Oh yes,” Chris sighed before taking the head of Carlos’ throbbing flesh to his lips, licking the tip of the pulsing shaft, savouring the scent and taste of Carlos’ arousal. He ran his hand over Carlos’ sleek, muscular thighs, explored the cleft between the smooth, round buttocks with his fingers, pushing gently at the ring of puckered muscle he encountered deep inside. He wondered if Carlos would object to his invading this part of him, but as he probed, he heard Carlos sigh with what sounded like appreciation. Encouraged, Chris worked his finger past the slight resistance into the warm, silky tunnel, at the same time sliding his lips over the length of Carlos’ hard as steel erection.
    Muffled groans came from both men as they pleasured one another, the wet heat of their mouths engulfing each other’s cocks, fingers exploring their tight holes and cum-heavy balls.
    Carlos pulled away suddenly, and Chris felt a twinge of disappointment but was quickly brought to a soaring ecstasy when Carlos turned him over and thrust his tongue deep inside Chris’ stretched opening. He reared up, arching his back, pushing his butt higher while Carlos fucked him with his tongue. Chris thought he might just pass out from this unbearable rapture. Every part of him seemed to glow with a heat he thought might consume him.
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    “Carlos,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “Oh, dear God, Carlos…”
    Carlos ran the tip of his tongue up the length of Chris’ spine, the head of his cock wedged between Chris’ butt cheeks. He reached for a condom from Chris’ nightstand and, with one swift motion, sheathed himself then pushed forward into Chris’ hot core.
    “Close your eyes, querido ,” he murmured into Chris’ ear. “Imagine that you and I are soaring through the night sky, just the two of us, you in my arms.”
    Carlos rolled onto his back, his arms about Chris’ chest, their legs intertwined, their bodies fused together. He grasped Chris’ erection, pumping it rhythmically in time with the upward thrusts of his hips as he drove himself ever deeper into Chris’ silky heat. Chris let himself be caught up in Carlos’ fantasy—the two of them, just as they were now, joined at the core of his being, being lifted upwards, out beyond the apartment walls, into the cool night air—soaring, gliding above moonlit clouds. He’d never experienced anything this incredible in his entire life.
    He moaned, his