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    Their cocks slid together, side by side, rubbing steadily, just a little too fast for gentle.
    "Fucking want you." The want in Ry's voice was heady.
    "How do you want it?" He was easy, willing, able.
    "Anyway I can have you."
    "Then fuck me." They hadn't tried that together, back in school.
    Ry shuddered. "Fuck yes. Please."
    He nodded. "Look in my bag. There should be slick."
    Ry's body dragged along his for a moment, then shifted as Ry leaned over to grab the bag where he'd left it on the edge of the bed. He kept exploring, tongue dragging, fingertips touching so lightly. Ry made soft noises as he touched, almost sobbing as he slid his fingers along the sweet dip by Ry's right hip. He leaned down, curious to taste that spot, lick and nibble.
    Ry froze, let him explore with his tongue. "Fuck."
    "Mmmhmm." Smooth and soft, hot and a little salty--Ryan tasted good.
    "You're so fucking sensual."
    He needed to be. He only had four left.
    Ry's fingers slid through his hair, keeping him down at the man's hip. He could feel the heat of Ry's prick by his cheek. He turned his head, nuzzled that sweet cock. Ry whimpered for him and gasped out his name.
    "Mmmhmm." He kissed the tip of Ryan's prick, gathering the man's flavor on his tongue. It was like he remembered only deeper, stronger.
    "You do that too much and I won't last long enough to get inside you."
    He nodded, nuzzled with his cheek. Ry's fingers stuttered over his skin.
    "Can we do it face to face? I know you can't see me, but..."
    "We can." He was easy. Hell, he was the epitome of easy.
    "Want to see your face." Ry pushed him gently onto his back again, encouraged him to spread his legs open.
    "Are the lights on?" He reached up, hands searching for Ryan's face so he could see, too.
    "Yeah, they are." Ry nuzzled his hand.
    "Then you can see." The tiny bits of stubble caught his fingertips.
    "Yeah, I can." Ryan mouthed his palm.
    Shifting slightly, Ryan slid his fingers along DJ's inner thighs, heading up. He spread, letting Ryan look his fill, touch.
    "You always were hot." Ry's fingers slid to cup his balls.
    His knees bent as he spread. "Thank you."
    One of Ry's fingers slid down to stroke over his hole. "Really hot."
    "I'm tight, too. Going to feel like heaven around your cock."
    Ry's fingers stuttered and a moan filled the room. DJ grinned. This was more fun than he ever imagined. Then Ry's fingers pushed against his hole, one slipping right in.
    "Mmm. So good." He spread and made sure Ry could see.
    Ry made a noise somewhere between a growl and a moan, finger pushing deeper into him. One of Ryan's hands landed on his belly, pushing at him. Ry's hands were hot, the finger inside him especially so as it wriggled. DJ moved on the sheets, rocking with the touch.
    "God, look at you. Fucking sexy, DJ." Ry took his time, one finger giving way to two as Ryan worked on opening him.
    It was so different from their wham-bam encounters when they were in college, both eager and quick off the mark and Ry not wanting to be found out.
    He grabbed one knee, drew it up, and rocked down.
    "Oh, fuck. So tight. DJ..." Ry's voice was thick, rough with need.
    "Uh-huh. Your cock now. Pushing in deep."
    Ry jerked, fingers going in hard for a second. "Oh. Oh, fuck. Yes."
    He nodded, licking his suddenly dry lips.
    The fingers inside him slipped away and he felt Ry settling between his legs, one hand holding his right leg back.
    "Need you, Ry."
    "You got me." The head of Ry's prick pressed against him, and slowly, carefully, pushed in.
    There wasn't room for the moan that pushed out of him.
    "Oh, fuck, DJ. Hot. Fuck. Fuck."
    "Yes."
    Ryan pushed in deep, then deeper. DJ could feel each panting breath against his face, Ryan moaning. He turned his face, hoping for a kiss. Ryan gave it to him, mouth covering his and tongue slipping in. The kiss was hot and full of need, wanton. That was when they found their rhythm--pushing and moaning, skin slapping together.
    "Oh, fuck. Tight." The words