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Landon shut his eyes and silently begged for strength as Ben’s fingertips glided over his collar bone and down his chest. They settled into the grooves of his stomach and Landon’s erection throbbed as they swept toward the waist of his pants. Landon almost protested as those fingers swept around his side as Ben circled him. They glided down the back of his neck and Landon let his head fall as they splayed and trailed over the taut muscles of his back. When they slid beneath the waist of his pants and pushed, sending them down Landon’s legs, he was comforted by the loud hiss that escaped from Ben.
    “Holy shit.” Landon felt the words against his shoulder and a cocky grin pulled at his lips. It died when he felt tugging at his boxers and they slipped past his knees. He swallowed hard as Ben’s hands curved over the cheeks of his ass and cupped. A squeak tickled his throat as a feather soft caress traced the cleft of his ass before Ben circled back around. His eyes were heavy when they found Landon’s then swept down his body. “Fuck,” Ben gasped when they reached Landon’s cock. His gaze was intense when it snapped back to Landon’s face. “I hope you don’t have to be anywhere any time soon,” Ben murmured and Landon shook his head. Ben grinned as he stepped close. “Good. I’m going to need hours,” he warned as his hands gently pushed on Landon’s shoulders until he was sitting on the bed.
    “Hours?” Landon repeated as he watched Ben drop to his knees.
    A soft laugh was the only answer he got as his shoes and socks were quickly discarded. His pants and boxers fell to the floor and Ben tugged his tie free as he stood. Landon’s eyes grew wider and wider as he watched Ben rapidly shed his clothes. Nothing he imagined could have prepared Landon for the body before him. Ben looked like he was carved from stone and his skin gleamed in the soft light as he approached the bed. Landon’s eyes drifted down Ben’s body and heat exploded as he took in the long, thick erection that hung heavily between his thighs.
    He’d never asked but Landon imagined that it was the same with every gay man when they first found themselves naked with another man. He would never consider himself a size queen and appreciated men of all shapes and sizes but he automatically compared his partner’s cock to his own, regardless of his intentions. And Landon knew he was blessed, he’d never come across anyone larger. But a lifetime of stereotypes led him to assume that Ben was going to have the bigger dick between the two of them. As Ben kneeled on the bed and crawled over Landon he quickly compared and he had to suppress an entirely inappropriate and childish giggle as he realized he was just a touch longer and wider.
    Landon’s little victory was quickly forgotten when he found himself on his back staring up at Ben. He’d never seen anyone so beautiful or potent as Ben hovered over him. When Ben lowered and his body and covered Landon’s, a current of heat and lust coursed through him as his arms and legs wrapped around Ben. Gasps, curses and moans poured from them as they pulled and writhed, trying to get closer and feel more. The smell, warmth and feel of Ben was intoxicating as Landon’s hands gripped and glided urgently. He was so hard yet miraculously velvety smooth and hot. There was a huff of steamy breath in the corner of Landon’s neck before the lush slide of Ben’s lips traveled up his throat and Landon groaned as his hand slid up Ben’s back. Landon tilted his head away, begging Ben to take more. Ben’s lips slid along his jaw before they swept under his chin and down. Landon arched when they glided across his chest and he hissed as they circled his nipple. Landon whimpered as Ben nibbled and sucked and had only a moment of relief before the muscles of his stomach flickered and bunched as Ben’s lips slowly traced every ridge and hollow on their way down. Landon’s hands were fisted in the duvet when