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those who wait."
    As if to emphasize his point, Saul finally started to remove
Gavin's clothing. Gavin didn't know what either of them had been thinking to
even leave him dressed for so long. Heck, he felt bad that he'd completely
forgotten to take his shoes off. But Saul didn't seem to care. He just
eliminated every single obstacle slowly and steadily. He pulled off Gavin's
sneakers and tossed them on the floor next to the remnants of his own garments.
Gavin's jeans were targeted next, and he wiggled his ass in an attempt to help
out a little. The motion appeared to titillate Saul who squeezed one of his ass
cheeks as he lowered the garment. "What you do to me," he repeated.
    There was something fierce in Saul's gaze, something that
Gavin hadn't seen or found anywhere else. Saul's hunger for him seemed to go
beyond the lust Gavin had seen in other men. Gavin had no idea how he could
tell, but a need burned inside Saul, one so intense it humbled Gavin. And maybe
it would have scared him a little, but he understood it, because he felt the
same.
    He had one moment of apprehension when Saul finally discarded
Gavin's jeans. His lips twisted in a smirk that was pure sin, and he took hold
of Gavin's briefs and pulled. Just like that, the cotton ripped, freeing
Gavin's dick from its confines. In that lone instant, Gavin's insecurities
returned, prodding at him, comparing his body with Saul's, and of course,
finding himself lacking. How could someone like Saul ever be interested in
someone like him?
    He started to tremble, and although Saul couldn't have missed
it, he didn't immediately address it. Instead, he helped Gavin out of his
shirt. Once this last item of clothing joined the rest on the floor, Gavin was
left in nothing but his socks, bare to Saul's gaze and more than ever aware of
his inadequacies. And then, Saul brushed his lips over Gavin's in a ghost of a
kiss. "You take my breath away," he murmured. "I wish you could
see yourself through my eyes. Maybe then, you'd realize how beautiful you
are."
    There was no more mirth now, no jokes, just honesty and the
fire of the passion blazing hotter and hotter between them. And yet, even
through all the lust that invaded Gavin, he had a flash of realization. This
wouldn't be just for tonight. Perhaps Saul might consider him another notch in
the bedpost, but for Gavin, it was so much more.
    A part of him wanted to bury those feelings deep within his
heart, but instead, he set them free. He couldn't have spoken to save his life,
but body language worked best in such situations anyway. He pulled Saul in for
another kiss, the other man's taste the only thing that could even temper this
fire within him. Saul quickly took over, swirling his tongue into Gavin's
mouth, exploring him, owning him. Their cocks brushed each other ever so
slightly, not enough because of the difference in heights between them. Still,
even with the less-than-perfect friction, Gavin could have easily come just
from making out with Saul.
    Saul had other ideas. All of a sudden, the other man tore his
mouth away from Gavin's and peppered his face with butterfly-light kisses. He
even brushed his lips over Gavin's nose and his eyelids with a patience that
contrasted sharply to the desire Gavin could read inside him. As he progressed
down Gavin's body, though, Saul became wilder, rougher. He spent an obscene
amount of time exploring Gavin's collarbone, sucking and nipping on his throat.
After that, he lavished Gavin's nipples with attention, at which point Gavin
realized that holy shit, the bits of flesh were seriously sensitive. The moment
Saul engulfed one of them in his mouth, Gavin nearly shot off the bed. A shock
of pleasure swept over him, pooling straight into his cock. "Oh, yes...
Please, Saul."
    Saul flicked his tongue over one nipple, all the while
tweaking and pinching its mate. As he finally released Gavin's tender bud from
his mouth, he grinned ferally. "I love the way you say my name, but I
think you wanted