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desperate to come himself, Anso started humping him up and down. Ty cursed and joined the motions as well as he could with his back arching off the bed. Wanting more stimulation and afraid Ty was about to shoot his load, Anso slapped a hand around his own cock.
    “Unh-uh,” Ty said and slapped his hand there too.
    He rubbed Anso’s prick faster than he did.
    The double-speed double handjob was more than his nerves could take.
    Sensation crested and crashed outward. Anso cried out hoarsely, ejaculating with such volume that his seed immediately turned both their grips slippery. The rubbing felt even better then, intensifying the orgasm. Maybe Ty knew. A second later, he made a snarling noise and filled Anso’s ass with warmth. He came in successive waves, each punctuated with strangled groans.

    The evidence of Ty’s pleasure sent aftershocks through Anso. Ty always came with abandon after he’d been dominated. This time, though, he outdid himself.
    His nails dug into Anso’s hips so forcefully they stung. Finally, he relaxed.
    “God,” he sighed. “I don’t think I’ve come that hard since the first time you sucked me off.” His chest went up and down while Anso eased off him.
    “Considering I was eighteen and insanely horny, that says something.” Anso couldn’t speak yet, he was panting too hard. He collapsed beside his friend and patted his chest soothingly.
    “I’m okay,” Ty assured him. “My ass is a little sore from the paddling, but strictly in a good way.”
    Anso rolled his eyes. “You might not be eighteen any longer, but you’re still insanely horny, from what I can tell.”
    “And you’re not?”
    He was where Ty was concerned. At his quiet exhalation, Ty squirmed onto his side to face him. His hand trailed down Anso’s center line to his groin. With a gentleness he didn’t let many see, he stroked the knuckle of one bent finger along his cock. “You’re still a little hard. I would have thought that would finish you.” The truth of his words made Anso uneasy. What they’d just done should have left him completely limp. He’d noticed nothing did lately. The forces that drove his sexuality were rattling their cage. Every day they shoved the bars a little harder, until even his sleep was broken by torrid dreams. Knowing this and facing it, however, were separate things.
    “Spring’s coming,” he mumbled, eyes closing drowsily. “You know what that does to everyone’s hormones.”
    Ty seemed to accept this explanation. His gentle knuckle continued to tickle him up and down, ironically increasing his sleepiness. “You’re the only one I play these games with, you know.”
    “Good,” Anso slurred. “You need to be careful who you trust yourself with.” Ty’s hand shifted to his hip. “Anso?”
    “Mm?”
    “Are you going to mate Ellice when your father dies?” Anso dragged his eyelids up for that. “Lord, no. What makes you think I would?”
    “She talks like you will. I mean, she doesn’t say it exactly, but other people understand what she means. The Vituls do have a tradition of marrying cousins.”
    “Which is why my father is dying before his time!”
    “I think people figure your mother being human brought enough new blood into your line.”
    Anso stared at him. Ty was too sharp to be mistaken about prevailing opinion.
    Could Ellice believe they were going to marry? Surely she’d noticed him pulling back from their old closeness. Unless she explained it away as him not wanting to risk temptation. Maybe everyone, Ty included, thought that was why he treated her distantly.
    He sat up to look down at his friend and lover. For once, Ty’s gaze wasn’t meeting his. Anso found he didn’t like that at all. “I’m not attracted to Ellice, or not more than any normal male could help. She’s a sweet female, but in your worst mood your company appeals to me more than hers.” Ty plucked at the rumpled bedcovers. “She’d be a good political choice.” He almost