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penetration filled all of his senses. He controlled his breathing while adjusting to the stretch and burn, but after years and years of sex with Robert, his muscles relaxed to Robert’s body as naturally as his lungs drew in air.
    Craig pushed back, matching Robert’s thrusts, his ass meeting Robert’s hips in a regular rhythm. Each time Robert thrust into Craig’s tight channel, his cock nudged his gland and sent ripples of pleasure searing through Craig’s body. Craig’s arms and legs began to tingle, his muscles turning to rubber, as his orgasm built inside him until he feared he wouldn’t be able to support his own weight.
    Robert increased his pace and began switching his angle with each thrust. “You’re close, baby. Your hole quivers around my cock when you’re ready to come. Go ahead, let loose.”
    Craig obeyed Robert’s instructions, arching his body as the orgasm built in intensity within him. Unable to hold out any longer, Craig’s nerves exploded deep inside of him, radiating out so his entire body quivered with pleasure. He grabbed his cock and began pumping as jet after hot jet of cum erupted from him and onto the armrest of the leather couch.

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    D.H. Starr

    Meant For Each Other
    Once his orgasm subsided, Robert quickened his pace and his grip on Craig’s hips tightened. A few more thrusts and Robert cried out, slamming his cock deep into Craig’s ass. Craig’s insides filled with hot semen as Robert’s cock pulsed repeatedly.
    Once the aftershock of Robert’s orgasm passed, he pulled out abruptly, heading to the bathroom to clean up, Craig assumed.
    Left on his hands and knees, spent from his orgasm, and abandoned without a word, Craig used what strength he had left to push himself off the couch and into a standing position. He went into the kitchen and dampened a washcloth, returning to the couch and cleaning the white liquid streaks of his spunk before they had a chance to set in and leave a stain. Robert will have a fit if this leaves a mark.
    A single wry laugh escaped him. When they began dating, they had sex on everything, and then lay together in their own semen, kissing and talking, not caring whether it dried, stained, or leaked. Sex had been about being together and holding one another. Craig had enjoyed their after sex tenderness even more than the sex itself. The physical act was about the pleasure of the moment until release, the holding and loving after sex was far more intimate. Being held, talking in sleepy mumbles about their love and their futures and how good they felt together gave Craig far greater happiness and satisfaction than an orgasm ever could.
    Once again, he pushed his thoughts aside. The days of snuggling and attentiveness had long passed and pining wouldn’t change anything. Besides, eight years is a long time.
    I can’t expect the romance to last forever. A part of him always refuted that particular thought. Yes, I should expect that. But he never paid attention.
    Robert came back into the living room, distracting him from his thoughts. “Why are you still naked? We’re going out.” Craig held up the wash cloth. “Oh, good thinking.
    That couch cost twenty-five hundred dollars. I would be seriously pissed if it got ruined.” He checked the couch to make sure Craig had cleaned all traces of semen.
    “Good. Get changed now. I’m starved.”
    Craig walked into their bedroom, depositing the washcloth into the hamper, and selected a pair of comfortable jeans and a t-shirt. Once he dressed and had checked himself in the bathroom mirror, he walked back into the living room. Robert got up and the two headed out to grab dinner.
    As they walked through the streets, Craig watched couples strolling idly hand in hand, stopping in front of store windows and cuddling. Other couples leaned against walls, sat on benches, or huddled together on stoops, enjoying each other’s company and stealing sweet kisses. With loving affection all around and Robert next to him,