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Rick was ready to be split.
    He knelt between Rick’s legs, aligning his cock up with the hole. Rick grabbed the back of his thighs and held himself up and open, eyes dark and locked on Jared’s face as Jared slowly pressed forward. He didn’t look away. The desire burning in the depths elicited shivers that nearly made Jared lose control. The tightness around the head of his prick did the very same thing.
    “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…” Jared muttered. It was even better than he’d imagined. Every inch he pushed inside sucked away more of his breath, until he couldn’t inhale at all when 48
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    his balls nudged against Rick’s ass.
    On the other hand, Rick couldn’t seem to stop gulping for air. His cheeks had mottled with splotches of red, and the same heat crept down his neck, disappearing into the hair on his chest. “Gimme a second,” he said. “Let me…”
    The request was unnecessary. Jared couldn’t move anyway. His entire body had locked into a fiery stasis. He couldn’t think, or speak, or do much of anything but thank every god ever created for this seemingly perfect moment.
    After what was probably only a few seconds but felt like minutes, Rick nudged Jared with his heel. “Do it.”
    Do it.
    Right. Time to move.
    He took a deep breath. Curling his hands around Rick’s thighs, Jared slowly withdrew.
    He only made it an inch before driving forward again.
    “Do you have any idea how fucking good you feel?” Jared said.
    “Do you have any idea how much better it’ll be if you go faster?” Rick teased.
    Jared grinned. “Point taken.”
    This time, he made it two inches.
    Slowly, he sawed his way in and out of Rick’s clenching channel, a little bit more with each stroke. His hands shook.
    He had to dig in even harder to Rick’s hips to keep them steady. The heat was killer, the constriction even more so, but eventually, they reached a long, hard rhythm where the only sound louder than that of their skin slapping against each other 49
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    was their harsh breathing.
    Pre-come flowed freely from Rick’s cock, making his stomach glisten. Neither one of them touched it—Jared, because he feared letting go would be the end of him, and Rick because it was evident from the sounds he made that he was more than satisfied at the moment with the feeling of being stuffed. Jared’s mouth watered to taste him again, but that would have to come later. After they had taken the edge off. Before they had another go. Maybe again after that.
    Sweat dripped into Jared’s eyes. He lost his tempo when he tried to wipe it away, and Rick took advantage of the break to grab his arm and pull him down. They both grunted at the shift in angle. Rick slid his hand up Jared’s arm to the back of his neck and lifted to meet his mouth.
    Both exhaled as Jared chose a new, more demanding pace to drive into Rick’s ass. Rick coiled his legs around Jared’s hips, refusing him the room to move very far, so what he lacked in distance he made up for with force, the pair of them hissing from pleasure with each thrust. Jared scratched across Rick’s skin in order to get to his cock. The first squeeze around the shaft had Rick clamping down around Jared’s dick.
    Hot come flooded over his hand. Slamming his head back into the pillow, Rick practically vibrated from his orgasm. The tendons stood out in his neck, his color deepening as he refused to let go of the air in his lungs. Jared fought against the vise of his channel to piston in once, twice, three more times before his own release obliterated every sensibility. He shouted loud enough for his eardrums to ring. Pleasure 50
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    scorched through his veins.
    Rick wrapped his arms around Jared’s back and caught him when he collapsed. Their mouths sought the other’s without fail, but these kisses were slower than their predecessors, too spent to do anything more than show them just what havoc this had wreaked. Jared nipped at Rick’s