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    Taylor scooted up, with his back to Corentin’s side. He didn’t need to speak, just unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them and his boxers off his hips. His cock jutted free, and he flushed at the sight of himself.
    Corentin looped an arm around Taylor and took his length in hand.
    Taylor cried out at Corentin’s touch. Even with the handful of years with Corentin, Taylor’s sensations never stopped being as intense as the first time. They had theorized it was yet another princess thing in the ever-expanding list of princess things.
    Corentin pumped in a gentle, slow pace. Taylor didn’t need it hard and fast like others. The slightest of touches made him scream with pleasure.
    “I wanna blow you, though,” Taylor cried out, disappointed he wouldn’t be able to taste Corentin’s cream.
    Corentin took himself in hand and jacked them off together. “Shh, shh, shh,” he whispered. “There will be time for that later. Just relax.”
    Taylor’s heart slammed in agonizing slow beats and Zee rumbled in time. Under Corentin’s practiced touch, Taylor mewled in heat against his hand.
    Corentin fell silent as Taylor made long groaning sighs. He didn’t need to exert himself too far or too fast, so he rocked his hips with the tiniest of motions. Corentin’s hand pumping his own cock was the only sound telling Taylor that Corentin was seeking his own pleasure. The sound made Taylor cry out loud enough to be heard outside the truck.
    “Shh, shh, shh,” Corentin whispered again, and Taylor nodded under the command. “Quiet now. Quiet. You need to be quiet.”
    “Corentin…,” Taylor gasped and then struggled for breath. His stomach tightened, followed by his thighs tensing a moment later, his back jerked with a spasm, and he spilled into Corentin’s hand. Before he could screech again, Corentin whispered to quiet him.
    Taylor heard Corentin take a deep swallow as he too finished. Unlike his gentle touch on Taylor, Corentin was rough with himself, milking himself dry with several hard thrusts. He kept his concentration by gently petting Taylor’s hardness. Taylor took control of Corentin’s attentions and laid his hand on Corentin’s as Taylor guided his easy touch into finishing Taylor for a second time.
    They both sat still and silent, their pleasured sighs of their affection between them.
    Taylor danced the edge of momentary sleep, and Zee slumbered once again. Insignificant dreams fluttered across his vision. One moment he strolled through a lush forest; the next he blissfully wove yarn at a spinning wheel. He hummed a lullaby his mother had taught him to himself as the yarn gleamed in the sunlight. His fingers slipped, and he caught himself on the spindle. He gasped as the long needle impaled his palm.
    Taylor jerked awake with a panicked bark, and Corentin held him fast.
    “What? What?” Corentin asked, his voice tense.
    “Sorry…,” Taylor muttered and yawned wide. “Whutimeisit…,” he slurred.
    “It’s two minutes until ten,” Corentin whispered and kissed the top of Taylor’s head. “Were you sleeping?”
    “Mmmhmm….” Taylor yawned again and his lashes fluttered. He drifted and then dragged himself back to wakefulness. He was supposed to do something today. What was it? “What time is it again?” Taylor asked, this time more conscious.
    “Now one minute till ten,” Corentin whispered. “The library is about to open.”
    “ Fuck !” Taylor jerked away and sat up ramrod straight. “I’m late!” He scooted away from Corentin and snatched a napkin off the dash. Despite being a slapdash job, he mopped himself clean as best he could, then readjusted himself into his boxers and zipped his jeans. He turned toward Corentin and swallowed at Corentin’s exposed state, his cock resting against his thigh and his cream still on his fingers. “Really?” Taylor asked, arching a brow.
    Corentin snorted a chuckle, and Taylor leaned forward for a kiss. They parted, and Corentin raised