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and then added, “I didn’t think you’d find out before you got back.”
    “You didn’t think I would’ve heard, no matter where I was?” Jace asked. “Or did you think I wouldn’t care?”
    Clint didn’t want to answer that, mainly because he didn’t know how to. And Jace wisely didn’t push.
    Clint kissed him again, his hands around the boy’s hips, pulling him forward so he could finger Jace’s ass, his own cock aching with need. He had lube in his pocket, because he’d known this would happen when he saw the boy, and now he snapped it open and put some on his fingers so he could enter the boy without hurting him.
    Still, Jace clutched his neck, wound his calf around Clint’s thigh to spread himself wider and whimpered.
    “So tight. Still so goddamned tight,” Clint murmured. “This is going to feel amazing around my dick, Jace. You’re going to ride this cock with your tight ass over and over, and you’re going to love it.”
    “Yeah,” Jace grunted as a third finger worked inside of him, twisting, opening him…brushing his prostate and making him jump.
    “You like that, pretty baby?” Clint murmured, and Jace whispered back, “Fuck you.”
    “Maybe later.”
    “Clint…” Jace said his name in a frustrated moan.
    “I could do anything I wanted to you right now, couldn’t I?” Clint asked. He was pushing it, but he had to. “I could hold you down and put another finger in you—maybe my whole hand, and you’d have to take it.”
    Jace moaned and buried his head in Clint’s shoulder.
    “You’d let me, wouldn’t you? Even though you’re pissed at me, you’d let me tie you down and you’d fuck my arm.”
    A strangled “Yes,” came from Jace’s throat, and in that instant, Clint knew he could love the man writhing under his touch. It nearly knocked him off his feet, scared him enough that he thought about running and not coming back.
    Instead, without another word, he withdrew his fingers carefully and lifted Jace, threw him unceremoniously over his shoulder, asking, “Bedroom upstairs?”
    “I don’t need a bed. Please. Anywhere. Floor, counter, doesn’t matter.”
    “You just got back from three months of sleeping on the ground. It matters,” Clint said as he put him on the bed.
    “Wait, you knew where I was?” Jace stared at him with an expression Clint couldn’t quite place.
    “Yeah, the entire time. Done talking for now?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Good.”
     
    Once in Jace’s bed, the two men dragged toward one another, their bodies finally crashing hard, melding together. Jace heard Clint’s clothes tear, and then the man used his own ripped shirt to tie Jace’s arms above his head and to the headboard.
    Clint kissed him, held him, and Jace melted into his arms the way he always knew he would. He didn’t know what Clint being here actually meant, didn’t think he could right now. But Jace wouldn’t waste a single damned minute of this time, because every fucking fantasy of his over the past months had been about this guy.
    But the things he did, with his hands and tongue…Jace was pretty sure he’d never had orgasms this damned strong, or this many. And Clint was leading him toward more, with Jace’s cock in his mouth, with several of Clint’s fingers in his ass, sliding back and forth, forcing Jace to work with Clint’s rhythm instead of his own.
    “Dammit,” Jace muttered when Clint’s knuckle hit his prostate, and then Clint’s free hand circled the bottom of Jace’s cock, stopping him from shooting. “Fucking sadist.”
    Clint chuckled before taking one of Jace’s balls and mouthing it with just enough pressure to make him whimper. Jace tugged at his bound wrists furiously, and before he could rip the fabric, Clint was up and burying his cock inside Jace. Slow and steady but not giving him any quarter, his heavy body holding Jace’s down, one hand on Jace’s bound wrists to stop him from getting himself free.
    “I’ll tie your legs, too, if I