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“That’s incredible. No more colds. No more flu shots!” Dane was quiet for a moment, as if he needed it to let everything sink in.

“How do you feel now? Exhausted?”

“I’m fine.” Dane turned so that he was facing Clay in the bed. His hand slipped down from his face to stray across his T-shirt-covered chest. “In fact, I’m feeling pretty damn good, and I think you owe me some post-binding-spell sex.”

“Oh yeah, there’s that perk to us getting hitched.”

“Not that we haven’t been having plenty of sex before now.”

“It’ll just be better.”

Dane hitched a brow. “I don’t see how it could be any better.” He kissed his Weaver and Clay opened for his tongue, but Dane abruptly pulled back. “I need to get up and brush after sleeping so long.”

“Too late, I already have the taste of you in my mouth.”

“Then we’ll brush together.”

“No time,” Clay murmured as he licked his way into Dane’s mouth again. He kissed him deep and wet, claiming him. Dane smiled, returning the kisses.

When he pulled away, he grinned. “I guess I’m mostly naked thanks to you?”

“Of course. You were flat out at the time, so it wasn’t the fun kind of disrobing.”

Dane tugged at his T-shirt. “Why do you have clothes on?”

Clay rolled off the bed long enough to shuck his shirt and his sweat pants while Dane shoved out of his boxer briefs. He crawled under the covers and hissed in pleasure when their naked bodies came together. He slid one leg between Dane’s and wrapped his arms around the man. His heart raced as he pressed them close, loving the skin-on-skin contact. He almost felt dizzy with love.

Dane’s hard cock jutted into his stomach and he groaned. In the next moment, Dane was crawling on top of him, bracing his hands on either side of Clay’s head as he rubbed their dicks together.

He slowly rolled his hips, their pre-cum creating a toe-curling slide. Clay moaned and clutched at his waist, arching up into his body. Dane lowered onto his elbows and sweat began to build between their chests. He buried his face in Clay’s neck, his breath hot on his skin. He made a sexy grunting, whimpering noise and picked up pace with his hips.

Clay didn’t need anything but this man rubbing against him. The sensation tore a gasp from his throat, and he turned to press his lips to Dane’s soft hair. Dane rose to kiss him, his hips still rocking into Clay’s.

Clay stroked his hands everywhere he could reach, loving the feel of hard muscle. He ran his thumbs over the sexy hip bones and clenched his hands there to press up into him. Dane’s hard cock rubbed over his, and he reached between them to take them both into hand.

Dane gasped into his mouth. “Yes,” he hissed. “Touch me.”

“Oh, I’ll touch you. Grab the lube.”

Dane fumbled next to the bed and came back with the bottle. He poured some into Clay’s hand, tossed the bottle, and dropped over him again.

Clay gathered them both into his slick palm and started to stroke, twisting his hand at the tops to bring their heads together. Dane made that sexy noise again, and this time it seemed to get tangled up in his throat. He stayed up on his hands, thrusting his cock against Clay’s over and over. Clay tightened his fingers, the pleasure sending lightning bolts through his body. Sweat dripped from Dane onto him. He opened his mouth on Dane’s shoulder. He licked a stripe up his throat, tasting salt and man.

Dane brought their lips together, panting into his mouth. “Fuck, Clay. Fuck!”

“Yeah, God!” Clay arched up into his hand, stroking their heads together.

Dane kissed his jaw and down his neck. “Love how you taste. Love how you fuck. Love you so much.”

Clay shut his eyes, overwhelmed by the mix of love and lust tearing through him. “Gonna come,” he whispered.

“Do it. Do it on me. Let me feel it.”

Fuck, Dane’s rough demands tipped Clay over the edge. His orgasm slammed through him and he shuddered, shooting across their stomachs. Dane moaned and dropped on top of him, smearing his spend between them. Dane pushed his hand out of the way and rubbed his cock into Clay’s cum. He thrust his hips faster and faster, gasps leaving his mouth.

“Yeah, do it. Come all over me, too.”

Dane kept rubbing, his mouth hanging open, eyes screwed shut tight. Clay grabbed Dane and rolled him onto his back before taking his straining cock into his mouth.

Dane yelled, his entire body going taut.

While Clay wasn’t a fan of the taste of lube, Dane felt good in his mouth and the cum mostly killed the lube flavor. He sucked the man, running his tongue around the head. He hollowed his cheeks and relaxed his throat, letting the head of Dane’s cock slide in deep.


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