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bare shoulder. “I need it, I need...more.”
    In a sudden, swift maneuver, Marc flipped them over so Brendan was pinned beneath him. Brendan gasped as his head hit the pillow. “Wow. You’re stronger than you look.”
    Marc pushed himself up onto his elbows, his hair hanging down. He jerked his hips and Brendan gasped. “What do you want?” Brendan whispered. “Tell me.”
    “Relax,” he said. “Let me take control. I’m not going to fuck you.”
    “But—”
    Marc covered Brendan’s mouth with a finger, stopping his words. “You’re not ready for that. Just let me get you off.”
    Brendan could only nod. A pulse tapped at his neck as fear and arousal fought for dominance in his body. Ignoring the fear, he reached down between their bodies, unbuttoning Marc’s black slacks, sliding the zipper down. Marc gasped as Brendan found his cock, pleased with how hard he was. A slickening of pre-cum glossed the thick dome as Brendan brushed his thumb over it.
    “If you want to do this,” Marc whispered, gasping as Brendan squeezed his shaft, gently gliding his fist up and down. “If you want to do this we should hurry up before I lose it.”
    Brendan took in a hitched breath. “I want to do it.” I have no idea what we’re going to do, but whatever it is, I want to.
    Marc climbed off of him, out of bed. “Take your pants off,” he said as he dug through a drawer in the bedside table. Setting a jar of lube down on the table, Marc tugged his own pants down, along with his underwear, stepping out of them.
    Brendan stared at Marc’s naked body while he shifted on the bed, shimmying out of his pants and boxers. Marc was golden and smooth all over, his chest and stomach tight and hard, his cock veined and engorged, jutting upward, balls smooth and hairless. The thick, muscular legs surprised Brendan. Marc had appeared leaner in his clothes, but his quads bulged with strength, rounded calves dented with definition.
    Marc opened the jar of lube and Brendan all but drooled as he watched him rub it onto himself, his erection glistening. He set down the lube and climbed gingerly onto the bed, then leaned over and slid his still slickened fingers over Brendan’s cock. Brendan hissed, then groaned as Marc lubed him up, stroking with slow, gentle movements. His palm rounded the head, then tightened, gliding down Brendan’s aching shaft to the base.
    Brendan was about to protest—he didn’t want to come yet, like some virgin blowing his load prematurely. Just in time, Marc released his dick and lay down on top of him, pinning him to the bed. He propped up on one elbow and his brown eyes glimmered as his fingers trailed down Brendan’s stomach, then lower, catching his balls in the cup of his hand. Then his fingers drifted upward and he caught both of their cocks in a fist and pressed them together.
    “OH—” Brendan’s back arched as a shock of white-hot pleasure pulsed through his dick, tightening his balls.
    Marc lowered his face and kissed Brendan tenderly as he tightened his grip around their slippery cocks and pumped against him.
    Brendan’s thoughts splintered and he lost himself in the sensation, Marc’s most intimate flesh gliding with his, the pressure building low in his belly. He could feel the ridges of Marc’s cock as they pushed against each other. Brendan spread his legs, wrapping them around Marc’s thighs.
    Marc moaned into Brendan’s mouth and then gasped, breaking the kiss. “I want you to come with me,” he growled. “I’m sorry it’s so quick, but I’m so ready.”
    Brendan nodded. “Me too, God, me too.”
    Marc’s fist tightened around their cocks and his pelvis thrust harder, increasing the rhythm, the friction between their flesh intensifying. Brendan felt Marc’s balls slapping against his, and then he was gone, drifting on a wave of abandon and pleasure so sharp it was almost pain. He felt Marc’s hot seed splash onto his stomach seconds before his own release came, and he