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mouth over the damp fabric. Spence groaned his name, voice cracking when Connell eased his cock through the slit, too eager to taste all of Spence to even work his jeans over his hips. Finesse lost in the urgency of his hunger, Connell sucked greedily at the hard shaft, not stopping until the head bumped the back of his throat. He swallowed around it, tongue rubbing over the throbbing vein. His own pulse pounded in his ears, almost drowning out the frantic sounds Spence was making as he bobbed his head, trying to take him deeper still. Connell splayed a hand over Spence’s stomach, the other cupping his heavy sac through the thin layer of silk.
    “Conn,” Spence rasped, fingers digging into his lover’s shoulders as he struggled not to thrust into the decadent heat of his throat. Connell swallowed again, and Spence wailed, heat flaring from his groin to blaze along every nerve in his body. “Oh God, Connell, yesss… Conn!”
    The hot splash of Spence coming down his throat was nearly enough to push Connell over the edge himself. He swallowed the salty flood of seed, pulling Spence up into a heated kiss as soon as his lover stopped pulsing beneath him. Spence’s tongue surged into his mouth, a strong arm leaning him back to rest against the sofa cushions as the other hand fumbled with Connell’s zipper, intent on returning just as much pleasure as his lover had bestowed on him. Already teetering on the brink, the touch of Spence’s hand closing around his cock was all it took to trigger Connell’s own climax. His lover stroked him through the shuddering aftershocks, bending down to lick him clean before tucking him tenderly back into his jeans and refastening his own.
    Connell sank in a boneless slump in the circle of Spence’s arms, leaning against him until his breathing steadied. “Good thing I didn’t open that present in public,” he murmured with a sated smile.
    “It’s the gift that keeps on giving,” Spence answered with his own wicked grin. “Give me little time to recover, and you can unwrap it again.”
    Taking a sip of his wine—grateful they’d somehow managed not to knock over the glasses—Connell reached for his backpack and rummaged inside, pulling out the oversized envelope he’d brought with him from England. “Speaking of unwrapping, I guess it’s safe to open this now.” He slipped a finger under the flap, pulling out a cardboard folder and another envelope. Opening the folder, he found himself looking at a sketch of himself, leaning against a wrought-iron park railing with the Savannah River in the background. “Did you do this?” he gasped, pulling Spence into a kiss when he nodded. “When?”
    “I had lots of time once you were gone,” Spence answered softly. “I missed you, but drawing you made me feel a little closer to you, remembering you here.” He swallowed, nodding toward the envelope. “Aren’t you going to open the other part of your gift?” he asked, recalling Connell’s attention from the sketch.
    “I’m going to have this framed,” Connell said, opening the flap to the smaller package. “I didn’t even know you drew—” He broke off into a chuckle as he pulled an airline ticket out of the envelope. “I guess great minds think alike.”
    “I didn’t expect you to give up your holiday with your family,” Spence explained, “but I hoped you’d be willing to see in the New Year with me.” He stood quickly, taking a small box from the fireplace mantel and sitting back on the floor next to Connell, placing it in his hand. “I wanted you here beside me to give you this.”
    Opening the lid, Connell found a silver band edged with a delicate twisting knot pattern nestled in a bed of cotton. “It was my father’s wedding ring,” Spence said. “I know technically it wouldn’t be legal here or in England, but I want to ask you to spend the rest of our lives together.”
    Drawing a deep breath, Connell threw his arms around Spence’s neck, feeling