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behind and gripped Grady's hip, pulling him flush with his ass. “You want this as much as I do.”
    Thomas massaged him, his fingers hard, and getting harder every time he pressed into Leon's flesh. “Push your pants down.”
    He wouldn't be surprised if Grady left bruises. The fingertips at his neck alternately cut off his air and eased the tense muscle, while those at his cock coaxed more and more pre-come down its length. The only reason he found the wherewithal to obey the order was his desperation to feel that thick length against his bare skin, but he did as he'd been told. He scrabbled at his pants, shimmying them down to his ankles.
    “Good.” Thomas's breath was coming faster, tiny, swift gasps on the back of Leon's neck. “Now unbutton my pants.”
    His hand shook with desire, but Leon complied, tugging at the buckle to free the belt first, then struggling with the fastenings. It might have been easier if he had both hands, but Leon had a dark realization as he got the top button open. Being bound made it better. Being at Grady's mercy had his heart racing, his nerves hungry with anticipation. The only thing that would have beat this would have been seeing Thomas at the same time. Being face to face.
    Maybe next time. Though he certainly wouldn't be the one to suggest it. He'd admitted to too much already.
    The hand on his throat disappeared, allowing Leon to finally take a deep breath. Thomas didn't completely break contact with him, though. His fingertips pressed against Leon's lips, forcing him to open his mouth. As soon as he did, Thomas pushed two of his fingers past Leon's teeth. He pumped his wrist, giving a hint of what he planned to do once his skin was properly slick.
    Leon sealed his lips around the strong fingers, sucking at them as hard as he'd ever sucked at Grady's cock. When he heard Thomas groan, he wasn't sure if it was because of that or because he'd finally gotten his hand on the man's arousal, scraping down the shaft now without the benefit of covering. He didn't much care. He was too lost in the heady fire sweeping through him, and his ass clenched every time Thomas pushed his fingers deeper into his mouth.
    It felt like Thomas wasn't going to be happy until he reached right into Leon's throat. His fingertips tickled the back of his tongue, his knuckles scraping across the roof of his mouth. It made him squirm and Thomas moan, his cock sliding between Leon's thighs. Thomas pulled his hand free, the slick fingertips pressing against Leon's ass seconds later. And then he was inside, fingers stretching the flesh that was still a little sensitive from the first time Thomas fucked him.
    Leon hissed at the intrusion and clamped down. He had to struggle for breath, a fight even more difficult now than when Thomas had had his hand at his throat. He almost wished it was back. At least then, it made sense when he couldn't find air.
    “See? Better than shooting me. Or will be, anyway. Soon as you stop fucking around.”
    “Sometimes ... I think ... you won't be happy ... until I just shove a rag in your mouth.” Thomas thrust into his tight channel with each word, but he didn't sound very threatening—especially since he was giving Leon almost exactly what he wanted.
    “Not a rag I'm interested in.”
    He ground back against Grady's hand, groaning when he twisted his wrist in order to press the heel into the crack of his ass. It let his fingers dig even deeper into his passage, and when he felt hard calluses scrape across his sweet spot, he shouted out, unable to contain it.
    “On the other hand, if I gagged you ... I wouldn't hear you shout.”
    Thomas found that spot again, grinding against it almost ruthlessly. The bark on the tree scraped across his bare groin and thighs, forcing him to push even harder against Thomas. He was going to be raw and bruised by the time Thomas was finished with him, and the thought just made him throb.
    “Like that, do you?” Leon caught the rope binding him