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His balls tingled, and his need was growing stronger with
every movement.
    “Hold on a sec.” He growled low in his chest
as Bran pulled away. With a chuckle, Brandon removed his clothing
and grabbed that bottle of clear fluid out of the bedside drawer,
before returning to his place. He reached behind him to tug
Samael’s shorts down under his balls. Sam heard a snick, and then
he was rubbing something onto his lower back and in his butt
crack.
    “Now.” Bran said, wiggling backwards.
    When he’d taken up his post again and begun
to move, Sam almost jumped out of his skin. The slick substance
Bran had applied made movement easy and the friction was even more
exquisite than before. Without the pants as a barrier, he was
wedged between the lush cheeks completely, nearly surrounded by
flesh. The sensations were amazing, building, doubling by the
minute. He hissed his pleasure, thrusting into the warm
crevice.
    Brandon applied more of the goop to Sam’s
hand, and again urged him downward. He wrapped his slippery fingers
around the man’s cock and heard their moans in stereo.
    “Oh God! Yes. Faster Sammy, faster.” But he
couldn’t concentrate on moving his hand with the need that had
enveloped him, so he let Brandon do that for him.
    Bran was moving backwards against him, and
then forward into his hand, over and over. Again and again. He’d
never been this aroused before, so when he heard a gasping whimper,
he lost all control.
    Animal instinct. That was all that was left
of him. There was no thought process left, only sensation. He
pushed the man almost to his belly, with just enough room left for
his arm to fit –because he couldn’t let go of that hot erection in
his hand. Threw his knee over the man’s hip and thrust against him
as hard and fast as he could, in turn pushing Bran more firmly into
his fist. Yes. Yes. Yes. Chasing clouds. Chasing dreams.
Chasing heaven.
    Sweat was dripping off him and onto the body
beneath, making everything slick. He licked Brandon’s neck, tasting
him, smelling that compelling scent that had been in his nose
earlier. He couldn’t say much, he was too overwhelmed to complete
words. Nothing had ever been like this.
    “Oh, God! Oh God, Samael please!” At the
shouted plea, he tightened his fingers and nipped gently at Bran’s
shoulder, while rubbing and pushing and pumping. He heard Brandon
cry out and felt him spill onto the bed, penis pulsing and
twitching in his hand. It was so unbelievably exciting, that he
followed him into bliss.
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    Brandon’s bones were liquefied and he
couldn’t move. Samael had collapsed on top of him, so he wasn’t
going anywhere anyway, not even if he wanted to. Which he didn’t.
They lay there a few minutes, panting and recovering, until Sam
finally rolled over onto his back.
    “Well, that was…unexpected.”
    Bran couldn’t help but laugh at the awe in
the man’s voice. “Yeah, and a good morning to you too.”
    He turned to admire his companion, grinning
so hard his cheeks hurt. Damn, what a sexy man.
    Samael reclined on the pillow, one knee bent.
His perfect uncut package rested on a thick, fuzzy thigh, still
glistening with release. A big hand propped up on his forehead,
bicep bulging, elbow pointed to the sky. Indigo eyes stared into
space, and his mouth turned up in a strange half-smile. He looked
like some sex god, all sated, relaxed … and amazed.
    “I’ve never done anything like that before.”
Sam looked at him and gave a smile full of wonder. “I never
knew…”
    Bran couldn’t say the same, but he hadn’t
expected doing it this morning. After the man had gone all Crazy
McHottie on him last night, he figured he would need to avoid him
at all cost; but Sam had been so repentant, seemed so guilty for
scaring him - quietly talking him down - he decided to give him
another chance. All night, Samael had reached for him. If he turned
in his sleep, before long, he was pulled back into a warm embrace
again. It had been so