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at his groin.
    Mac closed his eyes and let the sensations course through him, but he wanted to watch. Had to watch.
    He opened his eyes. Dink’s were closed. He hummed softly as he ran his lips over the smooth tip of Mac’s cock, a soft sound of pleasure as he licked and gently stroked Mac’s sensitive skin with his tongue. Slowly, so slowly, spreading soft, sucking kisses over the silky crown, his fingers digging into Mac’s thighs with enough pressure to leave bruises. Mac sighed and lay back on the bed with his legs over the edge, but he propped himself up on his elbows. Watching.
    Dink took him deeper, sucked harder, used his teeth and tongue, his lips and his hands to give Mac the kind of pleasure he’d not experienced for the past two decades.
    There were unexpected calluses on Dink’s hands. Calluses that snagged lightly in the thick hair curling at the base of Mac’s cock. Groaning, Mac collapsed his elbows, lay back, and arched his back. So close. He’d not expected to feel his control slipping this quickly, but he was so close. “Dink. I’m not going to ...”
    Dink pulled back. His cheeks were flushed, his normally silvery-blue eyes dark as midnight. “I know. I don’t want to finish you yet.” He laughed. “Hold on a minute.”
    He stood, loosened the towel, and let it drop. Mac sucked in a needy breath. Damn, Dink was even more beautiful now than he’d been all those years ago. Where he’d been so lean he was almost skinny, now his body rippled with well-developed muscle. His erection stood hard and proud, curving out from his sleek hips, thick and dark, with a single pearly drop at the tip.
    Mac licked his lips, imagining the salty taste. Remembering.
    Dink wrapped his fingers around his cock, squeezed tightly at the base, and then slowly stroked upward. Mac forced himself to look up, to watch the expression on Dink’s face.
    Dink was breathing through his mouth, eyes shut, body flushed with need, but he held himself for a moment, obviously struggling for control. After a moment, he let out a deep breath and grinned at Mac. “Close, damn it.” Chuckling, he walked across the room to the bathroom and his overnight kit.
    Propped up once more on his elbows, Mac watched Dink’s reflection in the bathroom mirror as he reached into the kit, pulled out a small packet, and ripped it open. As Dink carefully sheathed himself, Mac sat up and wrapped his fingers around his own cock.
    His erection was still damp from Dink’s mouth. Hard and curving upward, the crown brick red from blood pounding its length. Veins pulsed, thick and ripe along his shaft. Cupping his balls with his left hand, Mac merely held himself, holding on but not stroking while his blood throbbed beneath his fingers in time with his thundering heart.
    Just holding himself, waiting as Dink smoothed the condom along his full length.
    Then Dink was back. His cock stood high, thrusting up out of a nest of springy dark curls, curving toward his flat belly. He carried a tube of lubricant in his hand.
    The spit dried in Mac’s mouth. It had been so long. Twenty years since ...
    Dink tossed the lube on the bed beside Mac; spoke Mac’s thoughts aloud. “I’ve waited so damned long for this, Mac. I wasn’t sure it would happen again, but I’ve hoped. Dear God, how I’ve hoped.” He pressed his hand against Mac’s chest and gently shoved. Mac lay back on the bedspread without any resistance.
    Dink knelt between Mac’s legs and once again used his mouth, nipping at Mac’s inner thighs, running his tongue the length of his erection, suckling first one ball between his lips, then the other.
    Mac groaned when Dink wrapped his lips around his sensitive crown, tongued the small slit at the end, and then sucked him deeper into his mouth. Dink groaned. Then he swallowed roughly as he worked the broad tip past the back of his throat.
    Panting, fighting for control, Mac bent his knees and planted his feet on the edge of the bed, lifting his