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and another part was that he was a complete stranger and would be gone soon, and that he wasn’t part of the usual scene. No expectations, no routines, just what they both wanted and what they were willing to give the other. Marcus got on the bed.
    The plastic bag crinkled. Marcus couldn’t help chuckling at Timur’s expression as he turned the box of condoms in his hand.
    â€œThe instructions are probably in English.”
    Timur eyed him, then laughed softly, some color blooming in his cheeks. “I can figure out.”
    â€œBetter yet…” Marcus got up on his knees and took the box, “…let me.”
    Timur didn’t protest, and he watched, his brow slightly furrowed, as Marcus thumbed open the box and withdrew the strip of condoms. Marcus tore one off the strip, then dropped everything on the bedside table where it would be within reach. Something told him this wouldn’t be the last one they used tonight. He ripped the foil with his teeth, and after he’d gotten rid of the wrapper, he put a hand on Timur’s hip and drew him closer.
    Timur pulled in a sharp breath as Marcus rolled on the condom. Weird sensation, excitement—Marcus had no idea. He was lucky he could breathe himself as he handled this impressive cock that was about to be inside him. And he’d thought he’d be sleeping alone tonight.
    Right. As if there’d be any sleeping tonight.
    He reached for the lube, but Timur beat him to it. “Turn around.”
    Didn’t have to tell him twice.
    Timur put some lube on himself and knelt behind Marcus. He didn’t bother with fingers—he pressed his dick against Marcus, and Marcus tensed.
    â€œHurts?”
    â€œUh, well.” Marcus glanced over his shoulder. “Not yet. But you’re…big.” So big. Oh my God.
    Timur froze, a hand resting on Marcus’s hip. “Too much?”
    â€œNo. I don’t think. Just…” he swallowed, leaning back against Timur’s cock, “…just go slow.”
    â€œOf course.” There was a note of caution in his tone, but some amusement too. “No rushing.”
    â€œNo rushing.” Marcus had a playful comment on the tip of his tongue, but then Timur pushed against him, and all his thoughts evaporated. Truth was, he liked it when men fucked him without much prep. Sometimes it hurt, but it was intense, and hot, and he fucking loved it.
    He was a just a little intimidated by the prospect of Timur fucking him that way.
    Timur pressed harder. Marcus pushed back, bracing for the barrage of sensations.
    More pressure, and his vision went white for a few seconds. It had been a long time since he’d been fucked with a cock anywhere near this size—well, one that wasn’t made of glass or silicone, anyway—and intense didn’t begin to describe it. Though he’d asked Timur to go slow, he was instantly addicted to the sensation of that thick cock moving inside him, and he rocked back against him, driving Timur deeper and encouraging him to move faster.
    â€œNot hurting?”
    â€œFeels good.” Christ, his English was as broken as Timur’s now. “More.”
    Timur gave a soft, almost sadistic laugh. Marcus gripped the comforter beneath him, searching for something to anchor himself, because he had a feeling this was going to be one hell of a ride.
    Timur pushed all the way in, and he pulled Marcus’s hips against his, holding him there for a moment. He exhaled hard and ran a calloused hand up and down Marcus’s back.
    â€œTimur.” Marcus glanced back at him. “Fuck me. Hard. Please.”
    Timur said something in a language Marcus didn’t understand. It might’ve even been English. All Marcus knew was it sounded dirty, and the man kept speaking, his words somehow slurred and sharp at the same time, and he was pulling out slowly as he did. Marcus held on tighter. He knew what was coming. Thought he knew.