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“And had you not agreed, there are always other options.”
    Patrick’s face tightened with a combination of desire and frustration as he felt himself penetrated and denigrated at the same time. “I can leave,” he retorted, although he knew things had progressed too far for that. His own body was as aroused as Boczar’s, demanding the release he knew he could find at the Russian’s hands. He couldn’t let the comment pass without challenging the older man’s smug superiority, though. It simply wasn’t in his nature, despite the submissive pose he had adopted.
    “But you will not,” Alexei asserted, working a second finger into the snug channel and probing until he found the knot of nerves he sought. Let Flaherty protest all he liked—neither of them wanted a meek, submissive lover. This was about power and lust and slaking the hunger both of them had felt from the first time their eyes met over Grisha’s body at Cook County Hospital. His cock jumped against his belly as a particularly deep thrust of his fingers made Flaherty moan. Deciding the younger man was stretched enough, he pulled out and tore open the condom, sucking in a deep breath as he rolled the latex over his insistent erection. Just prepping Flaherty had him so hard it hurt.
    Indifferent façade cracking when Boczar’s fingers left him, Patrick canted his hips upward. “Now,” he pleaded, head falling forward, damp curls sticking to the skin of his forehead. “Fuck me now.”
    Grasping Flaherty’s ass with both hands, Alexei spread him wide and pushed in with one long thrust, stilling for a moment when he was as deep as he could go. Flaherty arched up beneath him, squeezing around his cock until Alexei had to fight for control, not to come inside the policeman like a schoolboy taking his first pleasure. Holding Flaherty’s shoulder for leverage, he reached beneath to the smooth chest, plucking at the tightened nipples as he inhaled the sharp tang of the younger man’s sweat. When he had regained mastery over his ragged breathing, he began to thrust, pulling back until he nearly slipped free and then plunging deeply, his thighs slapping against Flaherty’s, the heat and friction so intense he grunted harshly with each snap of his hips.
    Patrick could feel Boczar struggling for control, and he did everything he could to shatter it, tightening his internal muscles each time the Russian started to pull back, meeting each thrust with a push of his own when Boczar drove inside, arching and bucking beneath the other man, not to throw him off, but to drag him deeper. Adjusting his arms so he would have a hand free, he reached down to stroke his neglected cock, moaning deeply at the pleasure of having even his own hand on his throbbing shaft.
    Alexei’s hand pushed Flaherty’s away, closing around the other man’s cock, the muscles in his arm cording beneath the faded tattoos as he fisted roughly. He wasn’t going to last much longer, and he needed to make Flaherty come before he did. Sliding his other hand from Flaherty’s shoulder to the bench, he leaned forward until his chest was molded to Flaherty’s back, a film of sweat binding them to each other as he pumped ferally. “Now,” he gasped, teeth biting into Flaherty’s shoulder as he felt the unmistakable tremors beginning to squeeze around him.
    The order coincided so completely with his own desires that Patrick had no hope of resisting it. His body convulsed in the throes of a powerful orgasm, every muscle quivering as he came. Alexei rode him hard through the spasms, prolonging his pleasure, the sharp bloom of pain in his shoulder only adding to it.
    A long, low moan escaped despite Patrick’s attempts to hold it back as he collapsed forward under the weight of his lover’s body. “Lyosha!”
    The diminutive was Alexei’s undoing. Throwing back his head, droplets of sweat flying from his damp hair, he panted as his orgasm tore from him, clutching Patrick’s hip in a brutal grip