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in charge, Anso bent and licked him. His skin was saltier than before.
    “Don’t,” Ty pleaded. “Hit me some more.”
    Anso let him feel the edge of his teeth. “You’re not my master, Ty.”
    “I want you to master me.”
    Did he? Sometimes Anso wondered if Ty knew his own desires. Not what they were, but why he felt them. As promiscuous as he was, he had to be searching for something he hadn’t found. Had it been in Anso’s power, he would have given whatever it was to him. Ty’s happiness mattered more to Anso than Ty might have been comfortable knowing. Now and then, Anso wasn’t comfortable with it himself. One day, he’d give his heart to a woman - or at least he’d try to. When that day came, he didn’t want his friend to be hurt.
    “I brought you a present,” he said aloud.
    Ty tossed a raised-brow look over his shoulder. Male lovers didn’t give gifts to each other, not romantic ones at least.
    “Don’t worry,” Anso chuckled. “It isn’t a bunch of flowers.” It was a rubber coated wooden paddle, easy to wield and more effective than Anso’s palm. Ty’s breath came faster when he saw it.
    “Okay,” he said. “That’s a nice present.”
    “On your back again,” Anso instructed. “Pull your knees to your shoulders. I want you to watch me smacking you.”
    The position was more intimate than their usual, but Ty only hesitated for a few heartbeats.
    “Wrap your arms around your thighs to hold them. I don’t want you touching yourself. Tonight, no one’s getting you off but me.” Ty complied with this as well. Once he had, his eyes were wider, his handsome features more deeply flushed. Not only were his buttocks bared by his position, but so was his asshole. For once, he actually looked docile.

    Anso wasted no time taking advantage. The paddle made a lovely resonant crack on his ass muscles. It felt good in Anso’s hand, each impact running warmly up his arm. Ty was already pink, so Anso couldn’t hit him long. He stopped when Ty let out a sound that was suspiciously close to a whimper.
    Now he was panting the way Anso liked to hear. Dropping the paddle, he spread one palm over Ty’s hot ass cheeks. Ty’s eyes had been tightly closed for the paddling, but at the caress they flew open.
    Their sessions, when they indulged, generally finished with Ty taking charge and fucking him mightily. Right then, he didn’t seem capable, and not because he wasn’t plenty hard. His cock was huge, its slit trickling steadily. No, Ty seemed incapable because his expression was so stunned.
    “Put your feet on the bed,” Anso growled.
    His voice was rough, as if he too were shaken. Ty dropped his feet, his arms releasing the hold they’d taken behind his knees. His hands fell to the sheets as if they’d lost their ability to move without orders. He didn’t budge as Anso swung over his torso, one knee to either side of him. Because Anso hadn’t let him touch his cock, his skin was oiled and ready. If Anso wished, he could take him without delay.
    Ty’s eyes glittered up at Anso as he shifted over it.
    In all their years together, they hadn’t fucked face to face. Other things they’d done that way, but not penetration. Anso saw Ty was aware of this.
    “I won’t last,” Ty rasped. “I am so fucking ready to go.” Anso swallowed, feeling ready to go himself. “Put your hands on my hips.” Ty wrapped his fingers around him there, warm and sweaty and tight. Praying he’d last long enough to get Ty inside, Anso placed the head of Ty’s cock against his asshole. He was so aroused he barely had to push before it went in.
    As it did, his head fell back and a groan of ecstasy tore from him. Ty felt so good gliding into him, so hot and smooth and alive. His flare pressed Anso perfectly as it squeezed past his prostate.
    “Oh Lord,” Ty moaned, his grip pincering his hipbones. “Do you think it feels this good to fuck a woman?”
    The question wasn’t conducive to self-control. Abruptly