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the long, slender body fitting just like he remembered.
    DJ's fingers moved over him, like the man was mapping him. A part of him wanted to hump madly against the wall, but a bigger part wanted him to take his time, to explore and enjoy, so he started slowly walking them back toward the bed.
    "Don't let me fall."
    "Won't." He had DJ.
    DJ nodded and held onto him until they hit the mattress.
    They sat together and he started working DJ's clothes off, fingers finding the man's buttons and pulling them out of their holes. DJ's fingers traced his lips, his jaw. He chased them with his mouth, nipping at them. Oh, fuck, this felt better than anything had in so long.
    "Stop it, man. Let me see you."
    "What?" It took him a minute to figure out what DJ had meant by that. "Oh. Sorry." God, he kept screwing up.
    "Don't apologize. I just...I want to see if you look the same." DJ winked. "You've gotten more nervous."
    "It's been seven years and I was an ass. Plus I did slam your head against the car window back there..." He was lucky DJ wasn't calling him a fucking coward asshole and kicking him to the curb.
    "I learned that you can't make someone come out. Kiss me again."
    Ryan decided to just shut up and do as DJ asked. He brought their mouths together and focused on how good the kiss was.
    DJ smiled and worked his shirt open with smart, clever fingers.
    He returned the favor, pushing the open shirt off DJ, fingers eager for the man's skin.
    Oh, fuck. DJ had ink. A blueprint, right across the man's chest. His fingers traced the lines, a low groan coming from him.
    "My last design."
    "What was it?" He leaned in and began to trace the lines with his tongue.
    "A...a church."
    "You designed a church?" That made this almost holy, right? He kept tracing, licking the salt from DJ's skin.
    "Uh...Uh-huh. Oh, fuck, Ry..." Those lean muscles rippled.
    Fuck, he knew this body better than anyone else's aside from his own. And yet he felt like it was all new again.
    DJ leaned back, the man's heavy cock outlined clearly in the thin slacks. Ryan's fingers went to it automatically, tracing it through the material. "Oh, fuck. Baby." He felt like he was twenty again.
    "Making me leak, man." There was a tiny wet spot, growing on the slacks.
    "That's a good start." He suddenly needed to know if DJ tasted the same. His fingers were almost shaking as he worked at opening DJ's pants.
    "It's okay. Really." DJ kept touching him, stroking him, easing him.
    "Need you," he admitted, though he wasn't even sure himself if he meant just now or something more intense, more long term.
    "I'm right here. Right here."
    "Yeah. And you smell fucking amazing." He got the snap at the top of DJ's slacks undone and carefully pulled the zipper down.
    Hard and long, crowned with bright curls, that cock was luscious. Groaning, he took it right in, his lips wrapping around the sweet tip.
    "Ry!" DJ bucked up, pushed into his lips.
    DJ tasted even better than Ryan remembered and he sucked harder, hands wrapping around the slender hips to encourage DJ to keep moving on his tongue. DJ rolled, moved for him, unashamed and eager, taking his lips over and over. He just closed his eyes and encouraged each and every thrust. Swallowing hard whenever DJ went deep, he reveled in the flavor.
    "Your mouth. Heaven. Christ, Ry. Don't stop."
    Like he was planning to stop. He increased his suction, wanting more of those needy words from DJ. His hands slid under DJ's ass, pulling the man in deeper. He wanted DJ to shoot, wanted his mouth flooded with his lover's pleasure.
    DJ's cry warned him that the man was close. He bobbed his head as fast as he could. Come on, man. Come.
    DJ called out, then that sweet prick swelled, filled his lips. Spunk poured down his throat and into his mouth and he swallowed and swallowed, taking it all in.
    God, this was DJ. His DJ. Ryan shot without even having realized he was close, his whole body responding to DJ.
    "Oh, God. Ry. You... Damn..." DJ slumped back on the bed,