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Thinking about it for a while. But ten seconds ago they’d been fighting, and now this? He was a bit dizzy, but he wasn’t sure that was a problem. “V?” he asked.
    Mackenzie nodded with a relieved smile. “V,” he confirmed. Then, “E , ” followed by a kiss, and then a grin as he said, “U. Because I don’t want to waste any more time spelling when my lips could be used for much better purposes.”
    And that, at least, was an area where Joe knew what he was doing. It was familiar now, kissing Mackenzie, but still special. The thrill of the unknown had been replaced with the comfort of familiarity: Joe knew how Mackenzie liked to be kissed, knew how to touch him to make his breath catch and his body shudder with pleasure he didn’t even try to control. When Joe eased his hand inside Mackenzie’s jacket, then under his shirt to find the warm skin beneath, he felt Mackenzie’s body tensing in anticipation.
    “Maybe I’m not going to,” Joe teased. “Maybe this time I won’t.”
    “Right,” Mackenzie gasped, his head thrown back to give Joe’s lips access to his neck. “You found my on switch. You know you’re going to use it.”
    “It’s only one of your switches,” Joe said with a grin, and he nipped Mackenzie’s earlobe, another spot that always got a response.
    Mackenzie gasped and dug his fingers into Joe’s back. When Joe followed with a hard tweak of Mackenzie’s nipple, Mackenzie turned his fingers into claws, both of them dealing pain and pleasure to the other.
    The earlier negotiations about location seemed ridiculous now. There was no way they were going to make it down to the house. Even the feed room was too far away. They were already rutting against each other through their jeans, Mackenzie pulling Joe’s hips in harder with every stroke. Joe managed to work his hands between them to get both of their flies undone, and Mackenzie wrapped his fingers in Joe’s hair, pulling his head in for another long, sloppy kiss. “Fuck me,” he whined, his words halfway between an order and a plea.
    Fuck, yeah. “Get me wet,” Joe said, gently pushing on Mackenzie’s shoulders. He felt Mackenzie easing his pants and underwear down, then staggered a little as Mackenzie enveloped his cock with his perfect lips. But instead of one of Mackenzie’s traditional and greatly appreciated cock-worshipping sessions, this was quick, almost cursory, clearly more focused on spreading spit than creating pleasure. Which was just fine, because Joe was as eager as Mackenzie to get to the next part of their plans.
    Mackenzie shrugged his pants down as he straightened, turning an ass that was already developing goose bumps in Joe’s direction. He arched his back, presenting a target he knew was irresistible, and Joe let his hands rest on the two perfect mounds of muscle. Then he dug his thumbs in a little, spreading and massaging and tantalizing himself. Mackenzie looked back over his shoulder, his eyes hungry and demanding, his lips parted in a perfect, perpetual gasp.
    Joe leaned forward, easing his cock into the crack of Mackenzie’s ass and working it toward its target. He added a little more spit and eased in, watching Mackenzie’s face closely. There was no sign of anything but pleasure, and Joe let himself relax, let the glorious pressure and friction register. He bottomed out and kissed Mackenzie, both of them distracted by other stimuli but still connected, still together.
    “Fuck me,” Mackenzie whispered. “Come on, Joe….”
    There were times when Joe liked to hold off as long as he could, teasing and torturing, but this wasn’t one of those times. He pulled out, drove in, felt Mackenzie’s body reacting and pushing for more. Mackenzie’s gasps and words of encouragement were as exciting as the physical sensations, and Joe let himself gorge on them, his endless hunger never sated. By the time Mackenzie stopped using words and was just repeating Joe’s name on an endless, beautiful loop,