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“No. But you’d only be the second. And the first was a long time ago.”
    “ Well, don’t be nervous. I’ll take good care of you.”
    Saying that, saying it in that tender, almost patronizing tone wiped that smile off James’s face. And it made him breathe a little faster.
    Xavier ducked into his bedroom and came back with lube and a fistful of condoms. Dropped them on the sofa cushion.
    “ Come here.”
    When Xavier reached for the buckle on the holster, James caught his hand, but just leveling a look at him, Xavier got him to drop his hand and let him finish. He set the gun on the coffee table, then stripped James out of his shirt.
    Such fucking gorgeous skin. Dulce de leche. And the smell of him. Christ, Xavier wanted to devour him. He kissed, deep, hungry, only getting more ravenous because James was kissing him back, so God damned eager, now. And the way James felt under his hands. Velvety skin. Big, solid muscles under firm flesh.
    Kissing. Unbuttoning. Unzipping. Warm, hard fistful of cock. James breathing loud and fast.
    Xavier broke the kiss, plunged two fingers in his mouth while James watched, his focus sharpening again, then Xavier slid those fingers down along the cleft of James’s ass, and found his hole. James’s body went taut.
    Xavier grinned. “What?” Rubbing back and forth, massaging around the perimeter of his hole. “It doesn’t feel nice?”
    An attempt at a smile. “It does.”
    “ Yeah?”
    He pressed with just the tip of his middle finger, sighed at the slow yield and dilation of the muscle, and pushed in, just to the first knuckle. Then let it slip out and went back to rubbing his puckered barrier, then the flesh between his hole and his balls.
    “Do you like that?”
    “ Yes.”
    Xavier broke out the lube, slicked up his fingers, and went back to teasing James’s hole. Working his hand between those beefy cheeks, moving his fingertips back and forth along his tight crack, taunting his hole, slowly forcing it open and pushing the full length of his finger inside, devouring James’s sweet, low groan.
    His skin tasted slightly salty. Good, manly smell. Nipple hardening under his tongue. Asshole sucking on his finger. Christ, he needed to fuck this guy.
    When he got up to move around behind him, James started to take his pants off.
    “Leave them.”
    He liked it like this. James’s pants in a wad at his ankles. Deliciously obscene. Him too, all his clothes still on, hard cock jutting out above the pants sagging down at his hips.
    Beautiful back. Broad and strong. Xavier kissed the nape of his neck. Licked his moist flesh. Bit gently. Bit harder. Until he got a little grunt of pain.
    “ Grab the back of the couch. And spread your knees.”
    Xavier nudged him a few inches to the left, framed him right in the center of the mirror on the wall. Kneeling on the cushion, James tilted forward and assumed the position. Fucking hell, the sight of him, ass proffered. Silently begging to be pierced and filled. And reflected in the mirror, his expression, all fretful anticipation.
    Another squirt of lube, and Xavier wrapped his hand around James’s thick cock. The long, throaty groan answering that touch made Xavier’s cock lurch and throb. Teasing, milking James’s fat, meaty head, Xavier worked a finger up in his hole again, fucking him a little. The way James was rocking his hips now, seeking the embrace of the greased up hand wrapped around his shaft, then pushing back to be filled deeper by the finger up his ass, Xavier was fucking dying.
    He took his finger away, noted James’s desperate, disappointed groan, then pressed two fingertips up against that clenched pucker, and slowly worked him open, driving his fingers inside him. Perched on the edge of the coffee table, Xavier leaned forward, bit into that succulent rump. Fed on James’s startled, thrilled gasp. Licked that juicy flesh. Licked his dewy skin, all the while fingering his hole and working his grip up and down his hard