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while forcing his mind to stand down, to ignore the taunts and clamp restraints on his sexual state. Arousal was allowed, but no coming, no finishing without permission. He had controlled that and would continue to do so now.
    Ben‟s cry and the salty wash of his semen as it shot across Vance‟s tongue and down his throat was the first hurdle. Maintaining control of his arousal was the second.
    Suckling the last of Ben‟s release, Vance eased his lover‟s cock from his mouth and rose to face him. Leaning forward, he pressed his stiff member against the older man‟s belly.
    “Bed?” he suggested, the left side of his mouth canting upward.
    Ben gave a jerky nod. “Bed,” he agreed before dipping his head and pressing his lips to Vance‟s. The flavor of his seed still lingered, but Ben didn‟t seem offended by it.
    Vance enjoyed the way Ben sipped at his mouth, pressing with his lips and then flicking his tongue along the seam before slipping inside to play. When their breathing grew rough and the clutch of their hands around each other‟s waists came near to bruising, Vance pulled back.
    “Bed.” This time, his words were a command.
    Laughing, Ben nodded and leaned into him to reach the faucet.
    With the cessation of water, Vance slid the frosted glass door back and stripped a towel from the heated rod beside the shower. Slapping it against Ben‟s belly, he snagged the other for himself and stepped out of the stall. Ben didn‟t bother with drying off. Instead, he swiped the towel over his hair and strode out of the room.
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    Forcing himself to take his time, Vance scrubbed at his close-cropped hair with the towel before sliding it along his arms. An involuntary hiss escaped his lips as he scraped the cotton terry over the reddened abrasions that encircled his wrists. The cuffs had chafed more than usual, but he‟d heal, no big. A similar sting registered when he skated the towel over his ass. The welts were receding, but he was sure to have a few bruises come morning. Again, no big: he‟d had worse after the Crucible and Recon training.
    Erection still at full strength, he stepped out of the bathroom. His laughter was quickly stifled by a groan that worked its way out of his chest. Ben had thrown aside the black suede comforter and turned down the matching silk sheets. Even as he approached the bed, Vance couldn‟t take his eyes from the slide of his lover‟s fingers as they prepared his own ass. Slick with lube, Ben took his time, using three fingers to smear the gel along the rim and inner surfaces of his channel. Propped on his side, he smiled as Vance stepped closer. His free hand came up, holding out the lube and a condom.
    “Unless you‟d like me to—”
    “No.” Vance gritted out the word, his voice barely recognizable to himself.
    Snatching the cellophane square from Ben‟s fingertips, he ripped it open and rolled the rubber into place. He applied the lube and tossed the tube onto the nearby nightstand as he climbed onto the mattress. When Ben would have rolled onto his belly, Vance stopped him.
    “No, I want to look at you. I want to watch your face.”
    Understanding turned his gray eyes to silver as Ben shifted onto his back and spread his thighs wide. Reaching down, Ben spread his bottom and canted his hips upward, revealing his glistening hole. “Come and get it, babe.”
    Vance didn‟t try to stifle his amusement. God, he needed to find fun in sex again.
    After Aimee… He shook away the guilt and morose thoughts.
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    Ben fought the urge to demand what was wrong. The flash of grief darkening Vance‟s gaze was out of place, unexpected after the passion of the last hour. Stifling his concern, he wiggled his ass and teased again, “You know you want it.”
    He was happy to see Vance play along as his fingers gripped the base of his sheathed cock before settling between Ben‟s spread thighs. Pushing his hands out of the way, Ben could