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cock, the other sliding up the long chest to find those little nipples. Then he began to thrust, nice and slow while he still could.
    Chance rode him like the man was born for fucking, entire body into it, lips open, eyes closed, all about feeling it. It wasn’t long before he was rocking harder, pushing deep with every thrust. Damn, it was good. Hot. Necessary.
    Chance bucked, shifting, going stiff as his cock pressed deep. “Fuck! Again!”
    Oh yeah, anything that made that tight body ripple around his prick like that he was doing again. He hit the same spot over and over, thrusts becoming wild as his pleasure soared.
    “Oh. Fuck. Coming. Sam. Coming. I...” Chance shot, crying out, ass milking his cock furiously.
    He rode it out and then thrust wildly a few more times before filling the condom. It felt fucking amazing, the pleasure exploding inside him like that and he rested his head on Chance’s shoulder, gasping, panting.
    “Oh.” Chance helped them settle on the mattress, the man still snuggled against his chest.
    He kept his arms wrapped around Chance, liking the weight of the man in his arms.
    Shit, he could get fucking used to this.
    Chance wiggled a bit, then settled, warm and long and relaxed. “Feels good, Sam.”
    “It does, Chance. It does indeed.” His eyes closed and he let himself just enjoy it, the novelty of being able to sleep holding someone if he wanted, of just holding afterward instead of either rushing into fuck number two or into his pants so he could get out of there.
    Chance’s fingers stroked his arms, soothing him, easing him into sleep. He rumbled a little, and squeezed Chance in an awkward hug and then followed the insistent pull into slumber.
    ***
    Chance woke suddenly, unused to sleeping with someone else, with being warm and held and close. Still, it only took a second and a look to see Sam’s face, to relax, let his eyes drift closed again, hands petting the fine body.
    It felt good, just relaxing and touching what he’d been admiring and jerking off to for weeks. Hell, when Sam had started poking, he’d been sure he was about to get his ass kicked, not fucked into the mattress.
    He thought option two was a much better deal.
    Sam rumbled and pushed toward his touches, the sounds not quite awake. He hummed, gentling the touches, soothing, exploring. Sam’s rumbles turned to purrs, the rangy body still pressing close.
    Oh, yeah.
    He started licking and kissing, eyes still closed, learning the flavors of Sam’s body.
    “Damn. Chance. Nice.” The words were muttered, Sam’s hands sliding over him, one finding his head and petting.
    “Mm-hmm.” He found one nipple, spent some time there. Sam bucked against him, making a strangled sound. He rubbed back, tongue sliding over the peaked flesh.
    “Chance!” Sam’s cock was hard, leaving a wet trail as it slid over his belly.
    “Yeah. Yeah.” He licked his way down, cheek rubbing against Sam’s shaft.
    “Oh, damn.” Sam rolled onto his back, legs spreading for him in invitation. He purred, nuzzling the heavy balls, the soft inner thighs, hands exploring the muscled legs. “Chance... yeah.” Sam’s hands wrapped in the sheets, gripping them.
    “Yeah.” His lips trailed up, circling the head of Sam’s cock, pulling, tongue sliding. Sam made a noise, a cross between a shout and a moan, hips bucking.
    He pulled harder, searching for that sound again, so bright, so free of the constant heaviness Sam carried around. It came again, along with the sharp movements of Sam’s hips, Sam’s fingers going white as he gripped the sheets.
    He reached out, twined their fingers together.
    “Condom,” whispered Sam hoarsely, fingers squeezing his. He moaned, nodded, still sucking, fingers scrabbling to find one.
    “Fuck. Hurry.” Sam’s hips started moving, pushing the fat cock deeper.
    He lifted his head, licking. “Damn it. Where are they?”
    Sam’s hands started searching, rolling blindly through the sheets. That cock was