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laughed, crawling back into his nest and drawing Quincy into the silken softness. “I want you. I want to know everything about you.”
    “I’m yours,” whispered Quincy. “Do with me as you will.”
    “I just want to know you in my soul, Gemini.” Topaz moved into Quincy’s arms, lips parting as their mouths met again. When Quincy deepened the kiss, he caught that hot tongue, sucking in counterpoint to the beating of their hearts.
    Quincy’s fingers moved to the buttons on his shirt, slowly undoing them, oh so slowly undoing them.
    He moaned into Quincy’s mouth, shivers rocking his body. He was hard and fluid all at once. Lost and focused. Needing and wanting. Magic.
    At last Quincy pulled his shirt off, fingers beginning to explore, warm on his skin, leaving tingles wherever they touched.
    When Quincy found the scar -- long and wide, running from his lower back, around his side and up to his rib cage -- those fingers traced it, following its path.
    “What happened?” whispered Quincy, fingers so gentle.”My kidney was malformed, rotten. That’s why I’m so short.” He smiled, pressing Quincy’s hand over the spot. “It kept getting infected, so they took it out.”
    “So you only have one. Is that dangerous?” Quincy asked, lips sliding over his face.
    “It’s in good condition. I don’t drink anything but juice, tea and water, stay healthy.” He pulled back, letting Quincy see the design that was inked over the scar.
    “Oh!” Quincy gasped, fingers tracing the tattoo now. “It’s beautiful. It suits you.”
    “Oh...” He smiled, undulating under the touches. “Thank you. Oh... oh Quincy. That feels so good.”
Quincy bent, tongue licking at the corner of his tattoo.He arched, a soft cry pushing out of his mouth. “Oh... Oh, so... so good.”
    He was pushed down onto his back, Quincy’s mouth moving over his skin.
    His toes curled, sensation shaking him. “Gemini. Your mouth. Your sweet mouth.” He was babbling, pleasure too big for silence.
    Quincy murmured against his skin, tongue licking, tracing the line of his scar.
    Topaz was gasping, body thrumming for Quincy. No one had done this, no one ever touched it but Stephan and Leo. No one made it sexy.
    “It’s beautiful,” Quincy told him. “You’re beautiful. Taste good -- like a banana split.” Quincy looked up at him, the blue eyes dark and happy.
    “You taste like strawberries. Addictive.” He reached for Quincy’s shirt. “Let me see you?”
    Quincy shivered and nodded.
    Topaz unfastened the shirt, wrinkling his nose at the fabric, stiff and false, keeping Quincy’s scent from him. “You should let me make you some shirts so your skin can breathe.” He pushed it off, leaning in to smell, moaning at the rich, tart scent. “Oh...”
    Quincy’s hands slid through his hair, his Gemini moaning softly.
    To not lean in and taste was more than he could bear. His lips circled one nipple, tongue sliding over the soft skin, tempting and teasing.
    A shudder went through Quincy along with a whimper. “Topaz... oh, it’s been ages, so long.”
    He murmured softly, hands sliding to unfasten Quincy’s slacks. Poor love, so hungry, so needy. Ready and hard. Hands trembling, Quincy returned the favor, undoing the button on his pants, sliding down his zipper.
    They stroked and pushed and wiggled and then, blessedly, they were naked, skin rubbing against skin.
    “Oh! Topaz!” Quincy whimpered and pushed him onto his back, following, rubbing against him so that their pricks slid together.
    He stretched up, moaning at the heat. “Gemini! Love! So good.”
    “Oh, God. Oh, God!” Quincy started down at him, arm muscles working as Quincy ground against him.
    Oh, those eyes. Topaz forced his eyes open, breathing with Quincy, wanting to see. Needing to see. “Please. Show me. Come for me. Please.”
    Quincy’s mouth opened on a soundless scream, the blue eyes remaining open but glazing over, going sightless as heat splashed against