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pulled on his balls. If anything, Silvio got more frantic, more needy, his dick rock hard, unlike the guys in the videos on the internet who seemed to lose their erections more often than not.
    His own need was more difficult to control, and for all his curiosity, there was just no way he could calm down now. He’d explore more, but later. He pulled his fingers out, turned Silvio around and dug his hands into the hollows above Silvio’s col arbones. “Down.”
    Silvio obeyed, fal ing so hard to his knees it had to hurt. Without being ordered to, he took Stefano’s dick deep, sucking on him like his life depended on it. Stefano couldn’t help himself, he took Silvio’s head and thrust well beyond what could possibly be comfortable, but Silvio accepted the face-fucking with a relish that would have freaked Stefano out if he weren’t so Goddamned needy himself.
    He came after one particularly powerful thrust, pul ing out and spraying across Silvio’s face and chest, which, God, was just another one of those images that would haunt him forever.
    Silvio grinned at him, working his own dick furiously, then suddenly flushed, closed his eyes and stretched his throat. Stefano reached out and took it, squeezed as Silvio was being swept away by his own orgasm. Silvio’s semen erupted from his cock, mingling in the water around them with Stefano’s own. Stefano released Silvio’s throat then, and ran a hand down his cheek, hooked his thumb into Silvio’s mouth and bent down to kiss him. From power and savage need to tenderness and rawness in just a few moments. Had anything at all changed for Silvio? Had Silvio changed?
    Had he ?
    “Hey.”
    Silvio opened his eyes and looked at him. He flicked his tongue across Stefano’s thumb, promising more and again , then grinned. “I knew it’d be good.”
    “What?”
    “First time. Getting you off.” Silvio stood and opened the door to reach the towels piled up on the bathtub next to it. Stefano grabbed his shoulder—almost slipped—and pulled him back. Another kiss.
    Shit, he could get used to this, exploring lips and teeth and tongue, but he broke the kiss before Silvio had a chance to break it. Small vestige of control .
    “Now you can go,” he said.
    Silvio grinned at him. “I’ll go first. You come out later.”
    Ah, there he was, back to subterfuge to protect himself. Only this time messing up would have far worse consequences.
    Silvio toweled himself down extremely fast and put on casual jeans and a T-shirt and not much else, no different than if he were alone in the room, absorbed in the task. Nothing had changed for him; business as usual. The indifference now would most likely save them both. Stefano dressed in a suit but no tie. He planned to visit Vince in the hospital later.
    Silvio paused at the door. “When do you want to meet up again?”
    Silvio seemed prepared—eager?—to play the role of the illicit lover. While Donata was in the house. The enormity of it all crushed the elation from the shower and the sex. He was the worst scumbag in the universe to not have even considered it. That he’d taken the invitation, had actually enjoyed himself like that. Had finally given in.
    “I’ll let you know, Silvio.”
    Silvio nodded and headed out, leaving him alone before he could explain any of this to him. Great. Seemed whatever he did, he ended up being brusque to people he cared about. All of them.
    He finished dressing, combed through his hair (which would tangle anyway), and made his way into the kitchen.
    Silvio was already at the table with an espresso, body slack on one of the chairs, radiating sated sexual hunger. Whereas Franco was standing to the side, that withdrawn calm in every line of his body, but also the tension of a man ready to fight. A study in contrasts, as much as they resembled each other.
    Franco turned to him. “Coffee?” The man never used his name, which made him seem even more reserved. But beneath it al , things were going on;