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    sleighberry wine laced the waft of his breath as it caressed Lon’s parted lips.
    Lips. Face. Shadow. Shivering, Lon closed his eyes to the confusing sensations,
    only to discover another as warm lips found his. Too much . His body couldn’t take
    this. Too much anticipation. Too much want. He was wound tight, primed to blow at
    the slightest touch. His mouth opened to Wod’s, seeking the relief of a true kiss, no
    matter its source. These weren’t the lips he wanted, but these lips were here and
    more than suitable to slake his thirst. Seeking comfort, braving the darkness, he

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    reached out. He couldn’t find clothing to grasp so settled for the rope of silky hair.
    His fingers tangled in it, jerking. That produced a deep grunt in Wod’s chest,
    followed by a sweep of the world when Wod took firm hold of Lon’s shoulders and
    swiftly stretched him out on the giving comfort of the couch. Lon whimpered,
    overcome. Both arms slipped up and around Wod’s neck, scattering hair down the
    heated skin of his shoulders. Wod’s weight descended on him. Lon whimpered,
    rolling his hips up, aching cock seeking the tautness of the other man’s belly even
    through the layers of his trousers and jacket. All the while, Wod’s mouth devoured
    him, sucking in his tongue, seeking and exploring every inch of his open, wanting
    mouth.
    “Now this is more like it,” Wod murmured against Lon’s lips. He shifted his
    bigger body up, creating a little space to work his hand between them. “I was
    beginning to think you didn’t like me.”
    “Didn’t…?” Lon blinked his eyes open and swallowed over the ache of need at
    the base of his throat. Beyond Wod’s dark head, shadows of flames danced across
    the ceiling.
    Slight tugs signaled the loosening of his jacket’s buttons. Wod’s head
    descended to graze soft lips along Lon’s collarbone just over his light undershirt.
    “Mmm. You’ve been avoiding me.”
    Shock mixed with the melting heat in his bones. He lifted his hand, fingers
    spread, and watched the dark fire of Wod’s hair spill through them. He could easily
    imagine it as flames, singeing his skin. “Avoiding…?”
    Wod chuckled, nipping softly at Lon’s neck. “We’ll talk later. Although…” He
    sat up and lifted one hand, brandishing the dildo, which looked cobalt in the
    shadowy light. “I would love to know why you’ve been carrying this around all
    night.”
    Sight of the dildo banished confusion from Lon’s brain. Oh no ! His state
    suddenly became blatantly apparent. He lay spread out like a feast on Wod’s couch,
    belt discarded, jacket open, undershirt rucked up to expose a swath of his belly.

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    With his legs draped over Wod’s bent thighs, his arousal served as an obvious pole
    in the tent of his trousers.
    Before Lon could turn panic into flight, Wod slid his free hand over Lon’s
    erection, squeezing through the heated velvet. The look in his eyes was every bit as
    hot as his touch, perhaps more. He waved the dildo in the air, the toy looking
    surprisingly comfortable in his grasp. “You’ll tell me about it, won’t you?”
    “Oh no!” Lon’s panicked thoughts finally reached his tongue. Run ! He
    struggled to sit up.
    Wod frowned. “What?”
    “No no.” Shaking his head, Lon pulled up his knees, prepared to roll over.
    Trouble was, Wod kept hold of his cock. He squeezed to get Lon’s attention.
    “Hold on.”
    Lon froze, knees and feet in the air, head turned toward the front door. “Oh no,
    I shouldn’t be here. I can’t be here!”
    Wod’s voice stayed low, soothing. “Lon, wait.”
    Frantic, he reached down to grab Wod’s wrist. “Let go.”
    “Lon…”
    “Please, let go. I need to go.” A whimper colored his voice. Wod wasn’t hurting
    him, but he had a good hold.
    “I said wait .”
    Easily shaking Lon’s hold on his wrist, Wod released his crotch to spread the
    hand over the center of Lon’s chest. When Wod leaned