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opening deeply, their bodies straining to unite at every possible point. A tremor of excitement racked Connell’s frame when their resurgent erections brushed together beneath the denim of their jeans.
    “Bedroom,” he gasped when the necessity to breathe finally forced them apart. “Now.”
    Spence was already pulling the bright red sweater over Connell’s head as they made their way the short distance to the bedroom, still wrapped in their embrace. He toed off his shoes and socks while Connell fell onto the bed after doing the same. Spence crawled up Connell’s body until he could reach his mouth again, knees straddling either side of his lover’s hips.
    “Still too many clothes,” Connell complained, soothing the words with a gentle nip at Spence’s sculpted chin. “Kneel up so I can undo your belt.”
    Taking advantage of the space between them, Spence worked at the button and zipper of Connell’s jeans, pausing only long enough to kick off his own. Connell pushed onto his elbows and raised his hips to let Spence slide the jeans down his legs, moaning when their bare cocks rubbed together at last. Gliding a palm up Spence’s hip to the small of his back, he urged his lover forward until he could close his lips around one of the small pink nipples, knowing they’d still be sensitive from his earlier attentions.
    Spence moaned and threw his head back in bliss, his thumbs rubbing over Connell’s darker nipples until they pebbled. “So good,” he husked, his hips rocking in an instinctive rhythm that dragged the silky skin of their erections together through the growing pool of fluid leaking from them both. “Been way too long.”
    “It’s been half an hour at most,” Connell laughed, gasping when Spence dipped his head to nuzzle at first one side of his chest and then the other.
    “Too long,” Spence repeated, following the thin trail of dark hair down Connell’s abdomen. “That was just taking the edge off. Need to love you the way you deserve to be loved.” His tongue lapped over the head of Connell’s cock and then swirled around it, savoring the taste and scent of his lover and even more the deliciously needy sounds he was coaxing from him.
    “Love me, Spence,” Connell pleaded, needing the physical union of their bodies to mirror the union they’d pledged to each other. He worked a hand between them to grasp his lover’s rigid shaft, spreading his legs in wanton invitation.
    “Hold that thought,” Spence groaned, swinging a knee over Connell’s torso to roll to one side and scramble in the drawer of his nightstand. After searching for a moment, he came up with a seriously depleted bottle of lube. “Guess we used more of this than I thought the last time you were here.”
    “Better stock up, because I plan on going through a lot more,” Connell chuckled, tugging at the portion of Spence’s anatomy he still held in his hand to urge his lover’s return.
    “Gonna need to conserve this ’til we can get to a store, then,” Spence countered. “After all, it is a holiday weekend.” Instead of straddling Connell’s hips again, he knelt between them, curling his palms beneath the slender buttocks to raise them to his mouth.
    Connell’s laughter changed to a moan of pure pleasure when Spence’s tongue ran up the cleft between his cheeks. Parting them with his thumbs, Spence stabbed his slick muscle into the puckered portal, the rich musky taste sharpening his own desire. Working the clenching ring to the chorus of Connell’s moans until it was wet and relaxed around him, he gasped in shock when a handful of cool gel encircled his cock.
    “Ready for you,” Connell demanded, pulling Spence upward. “I can’t wait a minute longer to feel you inside me.” He guided the head of Spence’s cock to where he ached for it, their groans sounding together as their bodies slid into the most intimate of homecomings.
    Connell’s legs wrapped around his lover’s hips, the change in position