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shield, enveloping them and hiding their sins. It made Brendan bold and more confident, overwhelmed with the urge to let go of his inhibitions and just feel .
    They lay on their sides, facing each other, Marc kissing him ferociously, with lips and tongue and teeth, hard and deep like he couldn’t get close enough. Brendan felt helpless, swept up in a primal state of pure need. This was more than just kissing. Marc’s mouth, the way he tasted and teased and ate at Brendan was more like sex than some of the actual sex he’d had. He’d had great sex before, had enjoyed the climaxes mostly, but he’d never experience this desperate intensity, the feeling that he had to cling to this man so he wouldn’t get away.
    You don’t know this man , his mind tried to interject. But his body was indifferent to his mental protest. His body was an entity of its own in that moment, connected yet separate from his mind, and it felt it knew Marc just fine as they glided together, tongues and breath and limbs tangling like an old and familiar dance.
    Marc hadn’t touched him anywhere dangerous yet, hadn’t reached for his cock or even squeezed his ass. But the way he kissed him...damn. His tongue did amazing things, gliding against Brendan’s, licking the roof of his mouth, diving in deep then retreating. He sucked Brendan’s lips, pressed his chest and hips hard against him, but his hands didn’t venture beyond his shoulders and back.
    Brendan almost chuckled as he realized that Marc was luring him still. And Brendan was perfectly helpless, under his spell and drifting toward his web. Electrostatic attraction . He found that he wanted Marc to touch him, to undress him, to take him.
    We won’t do anything you don’t want to.
    Calculated words. Marc was going to drive Brendan so crazy with the kissing that he would be the one to want more, to make the next move, to step over the edge. It was working. Brendan was ready to start begging, desperately pressing his cock into Marc’s leg, urging him to do something about it.
    Excitement mounting inside him, he rolled over and climbed on top of Marc, trapping his firm body beneath him on the bed. Brendan took control and kissed the other man passionately, letting him feel how much he wanted to be there, and how much closer he wanted them to get. He felt Marc’s cock harden beneath him and was rewarded with a soft groan as he grew breathless under the force of Brendan’s kiss.
    A fresh bolt of lust blew in a current as he felt Marc’s fingers unbuttoning the top of his shirt. Yes. Flesh to flesh. I need to feel it .  He sat up, straddling Marc’s hips, and quickly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, pulling it off his arms and casting it aside. His eyes had adjusted and he watched Marc’s lashes flutter as his gaze drifted over Brendan’s naked torso. Brendan allowed his hands to glide under Marc’s tee shirt, his skin warm velvet over hard muscle. He ventured upward until his palms slid over that firm chest, brushing small, hardened nipples. Marc lifted his arms up as Brendan pulled the tee shirt off of him, tossing it aside. Then he pressed down onto him again, chest to chest.
    “Shit,” Marc whispered as their bare chests met, warm skin gliding. “You are fucking sexy.”
    Marc’s hands trailed over Brendan’s shoulders, then glided along his back, finally reaching down to cup his buttocks. He pulled Brendan down onto him, their cocks pressing hard together.
    “I want to fuck you,” Brendan said.
    His own words stunned him. That crazed, primal thing inside of him seemed to have taken over, and was now speaking for him. But hell, he did want it, even though part of him was scared to death. Need to get closer. Need to be inside.
    Marc wriggled beneath him, his hips lurching upward in response. “No,” he said, but his voice was breathy, coming in short gasps. “You’re not certain. You will regret it later.”
    “Maybe I will but...” He growled, biting gently at Marc’s