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long hair and he had to release his grip on his lover’s cock.
    â€œTurn around.”
    Val got off him, and Peter turned to face the wall.
    â€œWhy not on my back?” The words burst out of him before he could stop them. Val froze behind him.
    â€œI told you to be quiet.”
    The sound of Val’s hand hitting his buttock was loud, and Peter stopped talking to brace for another blow, which swiftly followed. His arse heated and the pain sunk in to him, and somehow made everything right. He arched his back offering more, seeking the place where the sting turned to pleasure, where he needed it more than he needed to breathe.
    Val pushed his knees farther apart, his finger sliding between Peter’s buttocks to settle on the pucker of his arsehole and play with that, his fingernail rough as he rimmed the hole.
    â€œI don’t have any oil.”
    â€œI don’t care,” Peter whispered.
    â€œBe quiet.”
    Another slap, this time between his buttocks, catching his arsehole, taint, and balls. He caught his lower lip between his teeth and fought to breathe.
    â€œPlease.”
    Val reached around and grabbed Peter’s wet cock in a hard grip. “Do you want me to slap this? Is the only time I can keep you quiet is when my cock’s filling your mouth?”
    Peter went still and stared down at Val’s fisted hand, which was now covered in his pre-cum.
    The hand disappeared and Val’s now wet fingers probed his arsehole. Despite the lubrication, it was rough going, but Peter didn’t care. It was Val and he’d take Val anyway he could. Two fingers he guessed, shoved deep and then almost freed before being pushed deep again.
    Val crouched behind him, his thick wet cock pressed against Peter’s lower spine, rubbing and teasing him as Val toyed with his balls and his shaft until Peter thought he was going to explode. He arched his back even more, offering Val everything, begging him to slide in and . . . God, yes, it was like a punch to the gut, Val’s big cock pressing and parting his hole, retreating and then moving ever deeper.
    Peter forgot how to breathe and concentrated on that slow, relentless passage, widening his stance to take everything, shocked at how big Val felt even after all their encounters. He squeezed down on Val’s cock, heard his breathing hitch, and was rewarded by the final slam of Val sheathing himself completely, his thick throbbing length deep inside Peter.
    Val stayed there, his fingers finding Peter’s sore nipples and tormenting them further, his mouth nipping and biting his throat, his ear, never his mouth. Val didn’t kiss anyone when he fucked, unless he was forced to. Peter wanted Val’s hands on his cock, but he didn’t dare ask. He knew his contrary lover might pull out and turn away, leaving him begging.
    Val’s fingers finally gripped his cock, right at the base, stopping Peter from coming. He braced himself as Val finally started to move, each stroke rough from root to tip. Peter had to close his eyes as his beleaguered cock was held in an iron fist. Val kept pounding into him and it was both torture and pleasure and he wanted it more than anything he’d ever wanted in his life. Because it was Val, and because for these short moments Val was his.
    Val pressed deep one more time and held still, his whole body tense as he started to come in thick hot waves. He collapsed forward over Peter’s back, his face buried in the crook of his neck, his hand still wrapped around Peter’s hard cock. Peter breathed in the scents of their coupling and licked his lips, tasting both Val and the saltiness in the air.
    He tried not to tense as Val eased out of him and walked over to the basin and jug of water. He kept his back to Peter as he washed himself clean. Peter cupped his cock.
    â€œWhat about me?”
    Val didn’t turn around, just kept scrubbing away every last vestige of Peter’s scent from his