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incredulous look, Rafe rolled them so he lay underneath Pitney. Then he nuzzled the enticing column of his pale neck. “Maybe you want to be the one on top instead. The one holding another man down, being in control while you’re pounding your lover’s ass,” he murmured in a voice thick with arousal. All the while, he rubbed his thumb over the leaking slit of Pitney’s cock and spread the pre-cum around.
    Pitney’s nails bit into his shoulders as he moaned wantonly and arched into Rafe’s hold, pushing his steely length through Rafe’s fist.
    “Shit! Oh god, Rafe.” His head thrown back, Pitney panted for breath and sweat glistened on his fair skin. Rafe thought he looked beautiful in the throes of passion.
    “Tell me. Tell me what you dream of,” he demanded, watching Pitney’s reactions. When Pitney shook his head, his wild curls tumbling around his face, Rafe circled his thumb around the sensitive spot right underneath the cap.
    Pitney growled, and when he opened his eyes, there was a fire burning in those amber depths. “You,” Pitney shouted hoarsely. “I... dream of you, on your hands and knees, just for me.” Then he gripped Rafe’s hair in his fist, forced his head to the side, and licked a long line up his neck. Holy shit. All the while, he never stopped pushing his throbbing erection through Rafe’s fist. “I want to taste you before I fuck you senseless! And...” He swallowed several times before he admitted, “I want you to hold me tight afterwards. Care for me. Please.”
    Damn. Rafe looked deep into Pitney’s pleading eyes, losing himself in those amber pools. Pitney was such a treasure. Seemed like he’d finally found the man who could turn out to be his perfect match. Now, he just had to find a way to keep him.
    “You’re perfect. So sexy and sweet. Come, Pitney,” he crooned. Then he urged him higher up and latched onto his dusty pink nipple.
    Pitney grunted as Rafe sucked the delicious little nub into a hard, pebbled peak. Pitney went wild, the hand in his hair tightening to the point of pain as he held Rafe’s face against his chest. Rafe just loved Pitney’s feral side.
    “Gonna... please!”
    Switching to Pitney’s other nipple, he pressed his thumbnail into his lover’s heavily leaking slit and relished his wail.
    “Let go and come for me. Show me how much I please you,” he urged as he came up for air. Then he gently bit down on the tiny peak and Pitney lost it.
    Rafe looked up, not wanting to miss one second of his orgasm. He looked stunning with his parted, kiss-reddened lips and half-closed lids. His slender body shook in Rafe’s arms as he shot ropes of creamy cum all over their stomachs. Pitney was a noisy one, his yells of pleasure only interrupted by his panting gasps. Fucking sexy.
    Pitney had slipped between Rafe’s parted tights, and soon his hands snuck underneath Rafe’s bare ass and held on tight, using the grip to rock them against each other more forcibly. Rafe loved the tight grip on his globes. When slender fingers tentatively dipped into his crease, merely grazing his pucker, the sensation was enough to send Rafe over the edge.
    With his face tucked into the crook of Pitney’s sweaty neck, he bucked once, twice, then groaned as pleasure, hot as fire, raced through his veins. He shot his release all over his stomach, where it mixed with Pitney’s.
    After a while, when his breathing returned to normal, he noticed a tickling sensation on his chest—Pitney’s fingers, ghosting over his clammy skin and tracing the lines of his muscles. It felt wonderful, and Rafe was happy Pitney felt confident enough to touch him.
    Rafe hummed and peppered kisses to the skin he could reach. A hand wound through his short hair, gently playing with the damp strands, and a soft sigh escaped the man above him.
    “Now I understand,” Pitney whispered, his voice so full of joy and contentment. “Thank you, that was awesome.” Meeting Pitney’s gaze, Rafe took in his