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that bandana held one of his favourite scents. Salt barely got into the hotel room before Andy tackled him, a full-body lunge that knocked the breath out of him and sent them both sprawling onto the bed. Salt gasped, meaning to take in some air, but what he got was Andy gripping his face, his hair, and taking his mouth in a forceful kiss that pushed a mewling sound right out of Salt.
    They scrambled to get each other’s clothes off, twisting, shoving, tearing, even. Salt heard a rip, didn’t know if it was his shirt or Andy’s. He didn’t much care, either. Andy’s hot mouth on his throat was pure bliss, the scrape of his teeth a perfection of sensation that had Salt bucking up, driving his steel-hard cock against Andy’s.
    Andy bit him, sucked and scraped Salt’s skin with his teeth. He held Salt by the jaw, nipping his way down to teeth Salt’s nipples.
    Salt was going to lose his ever-lovin’ mind. “Please,” he gasped, writhing as his cock spurted pre-cum.
    Andy’s response was a perfectly vicious bite that had Salt shouting and clutching Andy’s head to his chest. Andy worked Salt’s nipple until that little pinpoint of flesh throbbed with each heartbeat, then he pulled back and flipped Salt onto his belly.
    Somewhere along the way, Salt’s belt had been unfastened. Andy had Salt’s jeans and briefs down in seconds. He grabbed Salt by the shoulder and hip. “Come here.”
    The command had Salt scooting, but with his pants and underwear down around his knees, and his boots still on, his movement was limited. That was okay, because Andy man-handled him around until his knees were on the floor and he was bent over the side of the bed.
    Andy slapped Salt’s ass and before Salt could tell him he didn’t like that kind of rough play, pleasure bloomed hot and bright in Salt’s ass. It spread out from that handprint until it was burrowed deep in his gut, warming him all over.
    Salt couldn’t process the why of that. His experiences at a leather club he’d braved some years back had purely sucked. Pain hadn’t been something he’d been able to enjoy, yet he found himself begging. “More. Do it again.”
    Andy’s breathless laugh came right before another, harder, slap to Salt’s ass. Salt moaned and closed his eyes, embarrassed and needy in a way he hadn’t ever been before. A third and fourth slap followed, setting his skin on fire, then Andy prised his cheeks apart.
    Salt’s eyes snapped open. “Andy, I been working—oh my fucking God!” Salt squeaked immediately after shouting. Andy’s tongue was hot, wet, perfect as Andy licked down Salt’s crease.
    Andy rumbled, sounding for all the world like he was enjoying what he was doing, so Salt shut up, except for the soft moans and curses that he couldn’t hold back. Andy squeezed Salt’s cheeks hard, marking his paler flesh, Salt hoped. He tried to arch, to wiggle his ass back for more. Andy smacked his butt again, then pinched it, and Salt had to shove a hand under himself to fist his dick and try to stem his impending climax.
    It took more of a thump than a grip, but Salt got himself under control. He almost lost it again when Andy tongued his asshole. Andy reached around and flicked the tip of Salt’s shaft. That made him howl, and not entirely with pain. Jesus, Andy was driving him nuts. There wasn’t a part of Salt that didn’t feel screamingly alive and thrumming with the need for Andy to fuck him.
    The press of Andy’s tongue into his hole was magical, perfect and dirty and oh so right. Salt raised his head up and thumped it against the mattress a few times, pushing back against Andy’s face. He was going to go insane, just screaming, bat-shit crazy if Andy didn’t fuck him soon.
    Andy ran his other hand down Salt’s ass to the back of his thigh. He landed a smack there that drove something close to a sob out of Salt. It wasn’t the pain, but the way Andy seemed to know what Salt needed, even when Salt himself hadn’t had a clue.