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okay, sweetheart,” Ken whispered. “I’ll take care of you. You’re so innocent, so beautiful.”
Panting, breaking out in a sweat on his forehead and his upper lip, Wylde nodded. He trusted Ken. He’d given himself to Ken.
He watched as Ken pulled off his T-shirt and let his jeans drop. He was wearing boxers with orchids on them, and then he wasn’t. Then he was golden skin, lightly muscled, flexible….
Ken’s penis was longer than Wylde’s and looked more elegantly formed to him, like a beautiful mushroom he might find in the woods. He couldn’t resist reaching out to touch, threading his finger gently through the oval of pubic hair.
Ken gasped, and Wylde lifted him again in his arms so that Ken’s legs and arms were around him.
“Now you’re like a seme,” Ken whispered. “Taking me.”
Wylde stepped into the tub, settling onto the wooden bench with Ken sitting on him. Their cocks were lined up so the movement of the running water made them rub together as naturally as seaweed in the tide.
“Wait!” Ken rasped, groping on the low counter beside the tub. He pulled out another jar of something and then lifted himself higher, on his knees. Wylde watched him, riveted. “It’s waterproof lubricant.”
The brush of his body against Wylde’s made him groan, teasing him. He was going to come!
Ken took a big scoop of the emollient, and his hand disappeared behind him. His expression tightened. He chewed his pink bottom lip. “Hold on, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I know you’re hurting.”
Next, Ken rolled a condom onto Wylde’s cock. He stroked Wylde once he was encased, up and down his shaft until Wylde’s hands gripped Ken’s narrow hips, and he looked up into heavy almond-shaped eyes, and then Ken shifted down, and he held Wylde’s penis tall and—
Ken’s head fell back. He gasped.
Wylde’s hands dug into his ass. His prick was being squeezed by something hotter than the water and slick, welcoming him as he lodged home without hesitation….
He stood up in the tub, and Ken fell over so he was half in and half out, water sloshing, his legs spread wide. Wylde hammered between them, eyes going blind, his balls, his nipples, his body seeming to roar like a black bear in the woods, ascendant.
One hand went around Ken’s neck like a collar. His moment hit him, and he needed Ken open for him, needed Ken like this forever, needed him to spread his legs and let Wylde inside his wonderful body—
“Uhhhhhh!” He trembled and hit the rim of the tub like a felled Douglas fir, half in, half out of Ken, who winced.
Wylde sat down on the tub shelf again with a thud, pulling Ken over his lap. Ken winced again, but his arms curved around Wylde’s neck. “Did you like that?” he asked very softly.
Wylde had no words…. He put his face against Ken’s neck and growled.
    K EN got out of the tub gingerly. His body ached as if someone had shoved something up his ass, which was exactly what had happened. His penis was still hard, but when he looked at Wylde, he took in the slack face, the glazed eyes.
    Compassionate, Ken took his hand, tugging him from the water. “Come on. You can’t sleep in there.”
“Mmmmm.” Wylde didn’t react as Ken patted him dry.
“I can’t believe I almost forgot the condom before I let you…. I mean, I’m clean, but—Oh God, Wylde, who am I with you? I’m not myself. I should… I should wipe the floor.”
He was trembling.
Wylde pulled him close and nuzzled his neck.
Ken shivered in response.
Wylde took his offered hand like a child, and Ken led him into the bedroom, leaving water on the floor along with a crumpled linen bath sheet, which was most unlike him.
He pulled back the quilt on his platform bed, making room for Wylde, fluffing a pillow for Wylde, but then Wylde climbed on top of him.
A moment later, Wylde snored.
Ken listened to him, stroking his back. His ass was sore and he was unfulfilled, but if Wylde had wanted to ram into him again, he would have opened