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it with an internal shout of pleasure. His mouth was pried open with a rough clamp of Grey’s hand on his jaw, and Grey pushed his way inside to a frantic meeting of tongues. Sirus whimpered, his cock straining for release, aching for something he knew he couldn’t have.
    Greyson’s ass.
    Sirus moaned as his dick pushed against his jeans, pounding painfully with a rush of blood.
    Grey slid a hand down Sirus’s back and grabbed his ass, holding it to grind his prick against Sirus’s bulge. “I want your cock,” Grey murmured against Sirus’s mouth, biting Sirus’s lower lip as he did it. “I want to see it; I want to taste it; I want it in my mouth.”
    Oh, holy hell . Sirus jerked and went shaky in the knees. He had a man in front of him enthusiastic about blowjobs. Giving them. Very few things in life were better than that.
    Sirus grabbed Grey’s other hand and forced it between their bodies, digging past his stomach until he got Grey’s palm on his prick through his jeans. Grey immediately clutched Sirus’s length in a snug hold, rocking him in between his grip on Sirus’s cock and ass, making Sirus vibrate with the pleasure of it.
    Leaning in, Grey scraped his mouth across Sirus’s, the touch pulling on his lower lip.
    “Take off your shirt.” He squeezed Sirus’s length, drawing a hiss. “Now.”
    Unused to taking orders—in anything—Sirus burned with a retort. At the same time, his cock was harder than he’d ever experienced, and he had a man willing to go down on him and take care of it, two factors that had Sirus pumping his hips into Grey’s hold and tearing at the plackets of his shirt in unison, ripping off buttons in order to comply.
    “Yours too,” Sirus said. As soon as his own shirt hit the muddy ground, Sirus yanked Grey’s shirt out of his waistband before the man could say a word. He pushed the fabric up to Grey’s neck, revealing a stunning, fit chest. Sirus paused for a moment, taking his fill of the display of masculine lines before him. “Damn it, I could study you for days.”
    Grey let go of Sirus and shrugged out of his shirt on his own, while Sirus ran his hands all over Grey’s chest and stomach, feeling every indent and groove, and already started to visualize his hands chiseling pieces of granite away from a block until something resembling Greyson Cole’s torso remained. Sirus rubbed the pads of his thumbs over tiny brown nipples, immediately bringing the tips to twisted points. In response, Grey drew in a quick breath, and his belly trembled. Sirus reveled in Grey’s visible reaction, and he brushed his fingers over the raised skin again.
    “Jesus.” Grey’s voice was rough as he watched Sirus play with him. “You’re making me so fucking hard.”
    Emboldened, Sirus twisted Grey’s aroused nipples and tugged, tormenting the sensitized flesh. Grey moaned, pushing into Sirus’s touch as he made a grab for Sirus’s belt. Jerking the leather out of the loop, Grey leaned in and fused his mouth to Sirus’s again, invading with a voracious, deep kiss. Sirus thrust his tongue into Grey’s mouth and took over the mating of tongues, mimicking every stab he wanted to take at Grey’s ass with his cock. At the same time, he shoved his hands down and tangled his fingers with Grey’s, eager to get his pants down and his dick free. Sirus’s erection pulsed with blood, hot to feel a mouth on it again.
    Zipper and fly finally undone, Sirus winced as the snug, wet denim pulled at the hairs on his thighs as it moved down his legs, tormenting his body in yet another way.
    His erection sprung heavy, the cold rain bearing down on them no match for the heat coursing through his body. Sirus would have been happy leaving his jeans around his ankles, but Grey dropped to his knees and took them the rest of the way off, leaving Sirus standing nude, soaked in the torrential rain—and hard as a rock.
    Grey looked up, and Sirus somehow found the man’s eyes through the storm. The