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into Boone’s crack searching for the tiny rosette. Flynn sucked hard on Boone’s cock and rubbed a fingertip over the wrinkled flesh of Boone’s asshole. Under his fingers, Flynn felt his pretty baby begin to tremble from head to toe.
    Boone leaned over and moved his hands to the steps above Flynn’s head and grabbed on hard. Flynn loosened his grip on Boone’s hip. Boone immediately started thrusting his hips forward, pushing his cock deep down Flynn’s throat.
    Flynn let Boone establish an even rhythm of thrusts. When Boone’s hips stuttered a bit, and he felt Boone’s cock lengthen, Flynn pushed his finger into Boone’s ass.
    Boone arched back and helplessly thrust his hips forward. If Flynn hadn’t been holding him, Boone would have pitched backward down the stairs. Hot cum poured down Flynn’s throat.
    “Flynn….damn…. shit….Flynn,” Boone screamed.
    Not letting the man relax, Flynn moved his finger around, stimulating Boone even more. The man’s body shook, and another spurt of cum coated Flynn’s tongue. The salty taste wasn’t bitter, and Flynn easily could become addicted to the flavor.
    Boone started to collapse over Flynn, so Flynn lowered his shoulder and hoisted him into the air.
    “Holy shit, Flynn,” Boone said. “You’re going to get us both killed.”
    Nobody would call Boone a twink, and he was heavier than he looked. But Flynn was strong from back-breaking work. Ignoring Boone’s protests, he turned and climbed the stairs. He had one goal in mind, and that was to reach the bedroom straight down the hall before the strangulation of jean material permanently damaged his cock.
    He lowered Boone onto the antique four-poster bed and flipped him over onto his hands and knees. Flynn enjoyed the sight of the round globes of Boone’s ass that were presented in such a delectable way while he tore off his T-shirt, pushed his jeans down, and kicked them out of the way.
    Naked and ready for a little skin-on-skin action, Flynn slid his hands up Boone’s sides, catching his T-shirt with his thumbs and exposing creamy, tan skin along the way. He couldn’t resist leaning down and kissing the small of Boone’s back. The kisses soon turned into licks with a hint of teeth.
    “Flynn,” Boone said and started squirming around. The T-shirt ended up sailing through the air, a casualty of Flynn’s impatient fingers.
    Flynn leaned over and pulled out the top dresser drawer. Reaching in, he grabbed a few condom packets and a tube of slick. Dropping the condoms next to Boone, he opened the slick and squeezed some onto his fingers.
    Without preliminaries, Flynn shoved one finger into the paradise where his straining dick wanted to be.
    “Damn it, Flynn.” Boone’s fingers clawed at the golden comforter covering the bed.
    “Am I hurting you?” Flynn asked as he slid another finger in beside the first.
    Boone’s ass thrust back, pushing Flynn’s fingers in deeper. “No, but you’re making it hard to think.”
    “Thinking is overrated,” Flynn stated and pushed finger three in.
    “Uhn.” Boone braced one hand on the bed and reached down with the other and started jacking off his dripping prick.
    A few minutes later, another protest echoed through the room when Flynn pulled his fingers out of Boone’s ass. Efficient movements had the condom on and Flynn’s dick greased up.
    “Deep breath and push out, pretty baby,” Flynn said into the man’s ear as he lined up his cock and pushed inside Boone’s sweet, warm paradise.
    “Fuck, you’re big,” Boone bit out.
    Flynn stopped moving. “Are you complaining?” he asked.
    “No, now move.” Boone ass muscles clamped down on Flynn’s dick.
    His patience at an end, Flynn granted Boone’s wish and started thrusting hard. The tight heat was heaven and made Flynn’s balls pull up. Gritting his teeth, he changed the angle of his thrusts and nailed that bundle of nerves that had Boone howling in pleasure.
    A vise-like grip clamped down on