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against a smile and tried to pull his hand out from under Ty’s while he reached out with his free hand and slid it into Ty’s briefs.
    Ty closed his eyes and cocked his head to the side, obviously trying to concentrate on the phone and not what Zane was doing. “Yes, sir, I’ll be there,” he said into the phone. His voice was lower than it had been. He looked down at Zane, his expression dark. “I just have one … problem to take care of first.”
    Zane lifted his hips to rub against Ty’s leg as he wrapped his fingers around Ty’s cock. Ty’s entire body shuddered at Zane’s touch. With any luck, Ty’d toss the phone and fuck him into the mattress.
    “Yes, sir,” he managed to grind out before he snapped the phone closed and let it drop. He shoved at his briefs, freeing himself and Zane’s stroking hand, then crawled on top of Zane and forced himself between Zane’s legs. Zane spread them to make room and groaned as he manipulated his cock along with Ty’s, stroking them in tandem.
    Ty kissed him briefly and dragged him further up the bed. “Hope you don’t mind, but we have to make this quick.”
    “Not at all.” Zane scooted as well as he could while trying to hold onto Ty and kiss whatever skin he could reach. He groped for a small bottle on the bedside table. He hadn’t bothered to put it away; he’d wanted Ty to know what he’d been doing when he got home.
    Ty pushed up so Zane had room to move under him, but as soon as Zane turned to reach for the table, Ty pushed him against the bed again, belly to the mattress this time, and lay on top of him. He kissed the back of Zane’s shoulder, and his hand slid up Zane’s arm to take the bottle out of his hand.
    “That’s better,” he growled against Zane’s ear.
    Zane groaned and lifted his ass up to grind against Ty’s groin.
    Ty gripped Zane’s hair hard, almost tugging at it but not quite that rough. He pulled Zane’s head to the side and kissed him, seemingly heedless of how they had to stretch and strain to reach each other.
    The lubricant lid snapped when Ty thumbed it open. Zane curled his hands into the rumpled sheet underneath him.
    Ty’s grip on his hair loosened, but he only rose up enough to fit his hand between their bodies. He rested his forehead against Zane’s shoulder, his breaths harsh against Zane’s skin. Zane could feel Ty’s hand between them, spreading the cold lubricant over his cock. Then Ty’s hand was sliding along Zane’s hip, fingers digging into his skin. He didn’t even ask Zane if he was ready; he knew better after all this time. It would be a rough push in, but Zane would savor every bit of it after three nights without. He was aching for it already.
    “Ty,” he pleaded.
    Ty grunted, but Zane couldn’t understand the words. He tugged at Zane’s hip, his hands spreading Zane apart, the head of his cock demanding entrance. Ty breathed out sharply, a gust of air that carried Zane’s name with it, and pushed in hard.
    It hurt, oh God, for a few seconds it hurt, but Zane forced himself to relax and let Ty’s cock into him.
    “Yes,” Zane hissed. “Goddammit, move. Move!”
    Ty did, flexing his hips and starting an easy rhythm as he held onto Zane’s hip with one hand. The other slid up Zane’s back and found his shoulder, using it for leverage as he thrust. His hips pressed against Zane’s ass, his cock driving deeper. He groaned in relief and laid his body out flat against Zane’s.
    “Jesus, Zane,” he gasped, and his teeth dragged against Zane’s back.
    Zane grunted and pushed back against Ty the little bit he could with Ty’s weight holding him down.
    “Yeah,” Ty breathed as soon as Zane started moving. He tugged at Zane’s hip, wanting him to move more. His quickened his thrusts, turning what had started out as a slow and steady rhythm into a more brutal one. Zane laid his forearms on the bed and pushed himself up enough to pull one knee under him, giving him the leverage to move