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them.
Oh, hell no! He was not going to fucking come without sinking his cock into Ryan’s sexy ass. He sank his fingers into Ryan’s shoulders. “Stop. For the love of God, stop before I lose my load.”
Ryan slipped off Dar’s swollen, flushed dick. “We have all day to restock.”
“Come here,” Dar insisted.
Ryan climbed up his body. Holding himself over Dar, he lowered his hips and rocked gently.
Dar groaned. It couldn’t be helped. Hard cock on sensitive, throbbing, still wet penis, slid too deliciously for words.
“Are you sure you want me to stop?” Ryan questioned.
His playful smile had Dar laughing between wordless sounds of aroused distress.
“I didn’t even get to lick your balls yet,” Ryan told him.
“Stop. By all that’s holy, stop talking before I change my mind. I’ll regret missing out if I do.”
Ryan laughed, leaned in for a kiss. “I love this mouth.”
“Now we’re getting somewhere.”
Dar flipped him.
Ryan looked up at him with surprise. His black hair pooled on the pillow. His brown eyes, dark and wicked above the slanted, mischievous smile. “Can’t wait to see where this goes.” He held up a silver packet. “Need this?”
“Soon. First, I believe you were telling me how you jacked off to my voice on the phone.”
Ryan’s eyes hooded. “Yeah.”
“I’m really interested in seeing you in action.”
“More interested in seeing you in action,” Ryan countered.
Dar sat up, straddling the other man’s hips. He stroked down his body and resituated himself lower on Ryan’s thighs. “Show me.”
Ryan blushed. Fuck if that wasn’t adorable. A movie screen heartthrob turning shy? For him? The moment couldn’t be better.
When Ryan held his thick cock in his hand though, Dar reassessed. It was definitely getting better. Tentatively Ryan pumped his cock. Dar cupped his balls, loving it when Ryan’s gaze shot to his, heat burning in his eyes.
He hoped Ryan could read the longing in his eyes. There was no doubt the world thought Ryan Pierce was special. They didn’t know Ryan Fenmore, like he was getting to know Ryan Fenmore. Between the emotional and the physical, he hoped no one ever knew Fenmore the way Dar hoped to.
It was their slice of heaven. Not open for public consumption. He hoped Ryan felt it, too.

CHAPTER 8
    Ryan loved the way Dar watched him. His eyes locked on Ryan’s cock, each stroke of his hand. He even absently touched himself while fondling Ryan’s balls. It had been years since he’d been with a man. Dar didn’t seem to mind his awkwardness, pushing him to do things he’d normally do in private, like touching himself.
    His body hummed, already primed and ready. He’d love to take Dar back in his mouth, but more than that, he wanted Dar inside him, filling his body.
    Dar took his hand off his cock and wrapped it around Ryan’s pumping fist. Their fingers joined on his shaft looked too incredible for words. Dar shifted, scooting down Ryan’s body. Then settling between his thighs, much like Ryan had done moments before, Dar took Ryan’s hands off his cock and tucked them under his hips.
    Dar wanted full access to the thick, long, veiny shaft and glistening tip. He rubbed his cheek up its length and down again until his nose nestled in the man’s balls. Cool, musky, and wrinkled, they hung heavily, covering Dar’s view of Ryan’s entrance.
    For now, that was fine. He enjoyed the fine crinkle of his balls when Dar huffed on them, the way his thigh muscles and ass clenched when Dar ran his tongue on the center seam of his testicles. The roughened texture mingled with Ryan’s unique scent and drew Dar’s arousal to acute desire.
    Ryan had untucked his hands, choosing to grasp Dar’s head and stroke his hair instead. It tickled pleasantly and told Dar all he needed to know about Ryan’s interest in what he was doing.
    This time when he laved Ryan’s balls, he pressed and rolled each testicle inside the fleshy sac with the tip of his tongue. Ryan