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his kissing exploration in its
    original direction. Brian’s asscheeks were tight, and when he
    sucked in his stomach, they dimpled. Tate wanted to play with them.
    He could see Brian’s testicles—getting hard and heavy—drooping in
    the center of that magic, mysterious triangle, and covered in blond
    fur, and he wanted to play with them from this new angle too. This
    was fun—this is what Brian had introduced him to, in their bed. Fun
    and exploration and pleasure and dizzying, giddifying joy.
    Brian made things easy. He pulled up his knees practically
    under his chest and pushed his shoulders down against the bed…
    then he started fumbling in their dresser drawer.
    “What are you doing?” Tate asked in between little kisses right
    at the cleft of that tight little bottom.
    “Gnnnngggg,” Brian groaned, and Tate grinned, then reached
    under that lean, muscular body and stroked Brian’s loooonnngg,
    reasonably thick cock as it bounced under his tummy. (Brian was
    unaware of the absolute beauty of the ginormous wonder stick at
    the apex of his thighs. Tate had—so far—managed not to tell him
    that he could walk into any gay bar in the city, drop his pants, and
    yell “Who wants to support me for life!” and get some really eye-
    widening offers. He was planning to keep that a secret too!)
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    Tate kept stroking, and started licking Brian’s balls (very
    grateful that Brian liked to shower thoroughly, because this could be
    a really unpleasant position to be in if he didn’t) and Brian stopped
    rummaging for a minute, pressed his face against the pillow again
    and let out a short bark of a laugh.
    “Gaaaawwwwdddd Talker! Killing me! Killing. Me!”
    And Tate opened his mouth wide and engulfed his entire
    testicle, just to hear him strangle on his breath into the pillow. He
    kept doing it, and after a minute or two, the rummaging around in
    the dresser resumed, and Brian blurted, “Thank God!” and then his
    hand came back, and he fumbled for Talker’s hand as it stroked his
    cock.
    Talker let go of the cock (not easy to do. God, it felt good, all
    swollen and tight like that) and wrapped his fingers around….
    A round plastic bottle of lube.
    “Wha?” He was startled.
    “Jesus, Talker,” Brian breathed. “I’m all… all… just grease me
    up and take me, right?” He thrust back with his bottom to punctuate
    the idea, and Talker just gaped at him, his hard-on aching in his
    sweats and his brain on flash-fry.
    Brian made a little whining sound and turned around to snatch
    the bottle back. While Talker was still coming up with words for,
    “But… but you’re the top! I’m supposed to… oh Jesus.” Brian
    poured clear, slippery lubricant on his fingers and reached back,
    and and and oh holy bat, crapman, he was thrusting a finger into
    his own tightly puckered entrance, and Tate couldn’t look away.
    Brian sighed and grunted, and his whole body shook like a
    dog getting scratched in just that right place, and then he added
    another finger.
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    All thoughts about “top” and “bottom” charged out of Talker’s
    skull, and he wanted to touch his lover in the way that was making
    him moan softly into the pillow with every molecule of his body, even
    the ones in the ends of his hair and his tattoos.
    He reached out and grabbed Brian’s hand and pulled his
    fingers out, muttering, “Let me!”
    Brian put his hand down and just sat there, ass in the air,
    vulnerable, and quivering with an unspoken begging that made
    Talker hurry so fast his hands shook. He stripped off his own
    clothes, shivering in the chill of their bedroom, and snagged the
    lube from where Brian had left it on the bed, then added some to his
    fingers.
    He tended to keep his nails bitten to the skin anyway, so there
    was nothing sharp to snag on tender flesh, and he used two fingers,
    and push… push… push….
    Brian’s sphincter clamped down on him

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