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this Ty’s interpretation of Del Porter? Was this the Ty he’d be seeing for the next two weeks?
    Ty reached back and dragged his fingers over Zane’s hip, his fingertips just barely able to reach. Despite Ty’s words, Zane slid a finger inside him and ran his free hand across Ty’s skin, skimming up and down his back, wanting that tactile sensation as he rubbed Ty inside.
    “I don’t need it, Zane,” Ty breathed pleadingly, pressing his face into the bed and groaning impatiently. “Come on,” he urged as he tried to push his hips higher.
    Heat flooded Zane. He could feel his cheeks flaming, and it certainly wasn’t from embarrassment. Wondering how far he could push Ty before he’d start pushing back, Zane instead pushed another finger inside Ty and, spur of the moment, smacked Ty’s ass.
    Ty didn’t even flinch, but he did growl in frustration as Zane took his sweet time. He pushed back on Zane’s fingers and spread his knees just a little wider, begging Zane to fuck him. Zane groaned and moved his free hand to close his fingers around the thick cock bobbing below Ty’s belly. He stroked a few more times and pushed in more fingers, twisting as he added pressure. The crack of that slap was echoing in his ears, just like the blood throbbing in his cock.
    “Dammit, Garrett!” Ty called out through gritted teeth. He pushed his hips back demandingly as he reached to drag his fingers against the skin of Zane’s hip, as if he desperately wanted the contact.
    The lingering touch felt like trails of fire against Zane’s skin, and he had to draw a slow, deep breath to try to pull together some measure of control. He didn’t want this to be over anytime soon. “What do you need, baby?” he breathed against Ty’s ear.
    Ty turned his head, trying to brush his cheek against Zane’s face. “You know what I want, Zane.”
    Christ, the sound of his name in that desperate voice. It was impossible to ignore. Zane slid his lips along Ty’s cheekbone before he pulled free and grabbed for the condom, rolling it on and slicking up hastily. One hand pressing on Ty’s lower back gave Zane the right angle, and he pushed, holding his breath, gasping when he slid inside, where it was so tight he thought he’d lose it right then and there. So much for control. He stretched out over Ty’s body and pinned him to the bed.
    Ty gave a short shout of pleasure, and a shudder ran through him as Zane settled on him. “Baby,” he groaned. He slid his hands out to the sides, flexing his fingers against the sheets, silently inviting Zane to hold him down. He so rarely allowed that, and Zane almost didn’t know what to make of it. Zane licked his lips, shifted his weight, and moved each shaking hand to cover Ty’s before bearing down to keep him in place. His extra few inches of height on Ty were coming in handy. Then he started to move slowly, rocking in and out, working his cock in deeper, and he ignored the sound, suspiciously like a whimper, that tore from his own throat.
    “Fuck yes,” Ty whimpered, sounding relieved as he placed his cheek against the sheets and closed his eyes. He gave a slow moan as he tried to push his hips back to meet Zane’s rocking.
    Zane squeezed his eyes shut and ducked his head to slide his lips and tongue along Ty’s spine as he reveled in the slow, thorough attention he was giving Ty’s incredible ass. As he gasped for a breath between kisses, Zane decided he’d have to try this again — slow and steady — because it sure as hell felt just as incredible as their usual hard but satisfying fucks.
    Ty writhed under him, struggling against the pressure on his body and the hands that held his wrists but not actually trying to get away. He seemed to be enjoying the sudden submissive role.
    “You said you needed practice,” Zane said on a groan, not really able to work up any accusation.
    “Christ, Zane, stop talking,” Ty gasped out, lifting his head off the bed just enough to try and look