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presence—warm, maybe even fond. He listened as Midori closed the space between them, shivering when hands curled around his shoulders and a mouth covered his. Midori smelled and tasted of the sea, a scent that Culebra had loathed for months—and still hated, most of the time—but tasting it on Midori reminded him of all the reasons he'd once loved the sea.
    Guilt nagged at him, but Culebra ruthlessly ignored it. He just wanted to remember what it was like to be wanted, to be desired. Granito was dead, and Dario gone; love had left with them. But the heat of another body against his drove back the despair, the black whispers that grew louder every day.
    Culebra drew back and ran his hands down the smooth silk robe Midori wore until he came to the heavy sash. "Off," he ordered, smiling when that earned him another soft laugh.
    He listened as Midori stepped back and began to remove his clothes, acutely aware of every whisper and rush of fabric, flicking his tongue out to taste the new scents on the air.
    "Now you," Midori murmured, taking Culebra's wrist and lifting it to kiss his fingers before he set to work removing Culebra's clothes. He removed the small bits first, jewelry and cravat, shoes and stockings. Culebra had never been undressed with such care; with Granito and Dario it had always been eager hands and hungry mouths, clothes torn away to get quickly to hidden skin.
    Midori pushed his jacket from his shoulders and then went to work on the buttons before pushing the shirt off as well. His mouth was hot where he pressed kisses to Culebra's shoulder and throat before he trailed them down slowly to close over one nipple. He swiped it with his tongue and teased with his teeth, making Culebra gasp and push into him, desperately seeking more.
    He moaned when hands glided along his skin and settled at his hips and a wet, hot mouth closed over his cock, sucking with agonizing gentleness at the head. Culebra flailed for balance, finally settling for Midori's soft hair, urging him on, his groans filling the room as Midori finally obliged.
    Long, so long since anyone had touched him. He had not even touched himself since Granito had died, had not done anything but walked around lost in misery. "Not going to last—"
    To his dismay, the words provoked Midori into stopping, that hot, talented mouth slowly trailing its way back up Culebra's body to finally take his mouth in a hungry kiss. Culebra whimpered at the taste of himself in Midori's mouth, startled that he had forgotten just how drugging that could be. He dug his fingers into the firm muscles of Midori's upper arms, rubbing greedily against him as they ate at each other's mouths.
    Eventually they parted, panting for air, the scent of sex drowning out every other smell in the room. "More," Culebra said. "Take me to bed."
    "As you command," Midori said, and he guided Culebra the few steps over to the bed and laid him down gently upon it. That continued gentleness, the patience, was another stark reminder of the differences between his current lover and his past.
    Not that he had any complaints for the tempest that had been Granito and Dario. He still ached to feel their rough, calloused hands on his skin, their hungry, biting mouths leaving marks that only they would ever see. But Midori's steadier approach was a slow burn that was no less consuming. It also made it easier to focus on Midori and not be too reminded of what he had lost. He drew Midori down on top of him, feasting on his mouth again, addicted to the flavor of him. Their cocks rubbed together, leaving slick trails on their skin, their gasps and moans mingling as they kept up the fevered kisses.
    Finally Midori withdrew with a last, long lick of Culebra's mouth. He once again worked his way down Culebra's body, hands and mouth teasing his skin, working Culebra up to a mindless frenzy. He gripped the sheets, fisting them tightly, thrusting and writhing against Midori's taunting, breaths loud and heavy in the