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didn’t bother with niceties or even getting fully undressed. Marcus barely managed to get the tux jacket off Timur, but things were moving so fast he didn’t care whether they ended up fucking mostly dressed. Maybe that was the way to do it in the Legion too, just bare cock and ass and get fucking before anybody caught them.
    â€œWant to fuck you.” Timur’s voice was low and breathy against Marcus’s ear.
    Marcus mostly regarded himself as a top with some flexibility, but he didn’t want Timur to get the wrong idea. “That means I get to fuck you too.”
    Timur didn’t hesitate. “Only fair.”
    Nice. A switch. A switch with a fucking enormous dick and a muscular ass the likes of which were rarely found outside a Tom of Finland drawing.
    With his free hand, Marcus dragged Timur down into a kiss, and he kept stroking him, which was getting progressively more difficult as Timur ground against him. Marcus could barely move his hand at all. But since Timur’s movements were rubbing Marcus’s hand against both their dicks, well, he wasn’t going to bitch. And the way Timur’s hips thrust, oh hell, he was going to be an awesome, awesome fuck.
    All they needed now was—
    Oh crap.
    Marcus broke the kiss—sort of—and murmured, “Condoms.”
    Timur didn’t miss a beat. “None.” He ground harder against Marcus, fucking into his fist and pushing Marcus’s fingers against his own cock.
    â€œWe can’t…” Breathe? Think? Talk? Fuck. That’s it. We can’t fuck. “We need…we need condoms.”
    Timur’s lips left his, and Marcus expected a defeated sigh and a few curses in whatever language Timur spoke. Instead, Timur dipped his head and bit the top of Marcus’s shoulder. Not just a little nip—he fucking bit him right through his shirt—and Marcus damn near came right then and there.
    â€œOh my God!” Marcus arched against him. He squeezed Timur’s dick harder, and the low groan that vibrated against his throat made his head spin.
    â€œNo condoms doesn’t mean…”
    Marcus grimaced. Please don’t tell me you want to go bareback…
    â€œCan still…” Timur shuddered, still grinding against Marcus, “…come.”
    â€œMmhmm.” Marcus stroked as best he could with his hand pinned between them, and Timur sank his teeth in again, sending another shiver right through Marcus. “Fuck…”
    â€œYou like?”
    â€œIsn’t it obvious?”
    A breath of warm laughter, and then teeth again, this time above his collar, right into bare skin.
    â€œDo you…” Marcus grabbed on to Timur’s shoulder with his free hand, “…do you do that when you fuck?”
    â€œDo what?”
    â€œBite?”
    The low growl gave Marcus goose bumps. “You like teeth?”
    â€œUh-huh.”
    â€œGood.” Timur’s teeth grazed flesh again, and suddenly he was moving a lot faster, thrusting now as if he really were fucking Marcus, and he murmured something in Marcus’s ear, something that sounded somewhat Russian and very profane.
    More swearing. Teeth. And Marcus lost it. He came against Timur’s belly, slickness reducing the friction of the thrusting, and just then Timur moved harder and faster, changed the angle just a bit and fucked against Marcus’s skin, groans sounding more labored now, and Marcus held him tight, kissed him again deeply, fucking his mouth with his tongue.
    Timur pulled back only a few moments before his own orgasm hit him, and that was also when he buried his teeth again in Marcus’s shoulder. Shit, that was going to bruise, but Marcus didn’t care, just caught up in the feeling that was part pleasure and part pain and this strong guy coming apart, spurting across his belly, where semen and sweat mixed.
    They stared at each other for a few moments, then Timur kissed him