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his own, grinding his cock against Devon’s cock.
    Overwhelmed in fiery sensations, Devon felt the sudden absence sharply when Xan let go. Xan shoved Devon backward away from him.
    It was a hard push. Devon fell on his back onto his wide bed. Xan was stripping off his top. Devon watched the mesmerizing knit and flow of the great muscles in the gladiator’s arms and sides as the tunic came off over his head. Xan’s dark blond hair came loose from its tie and fell about his great shoulders. Xan bent down to pull his boots off, then his breeches. Devon still had his own sandals on, laced up his calves. He was trying to get them unlaced, but Xan descended on him.
    Devon lay passive. He meant to be passive, but his hands forgot. His palms slid down Xandaras’ arms and across his back, feeling the hard, flowing contours of muscle. Devon’s fingers ran through Xan’s thick mane.
    Xan closed his teeth on the low nub of Devon’s left nipple, sending a jolt of fire through Devon that speared down to the tip of his cock. Then the flat of Xan’s tongue became a broad brush as he tasted Devon’s skin down the length of Devon’s lean body.
    Xan’s mouth came to Devon’s belly chain. Xan clenched the fine chain between his teeth, broke it and threw it out of his way with a leonine toss of his head.
    Xan’s mouth came down on Devon’s cock, surrounding it with smooth fire. Devon threw his head back, trying to swallow back his cries. His hands closed in fists in Xan’s hair. Devon drew up his knees so the masculine stubble on Xan’s jaw brushed Devon inside his thighs. Devon heard the click of Xan’s teeth on his cock ring. He felt Xan’s tongue roll around it. Devon’s cock swelled against the metal in pleasured pain. Devon refused to come. Not now. Not yet. This would be once and never again. He needed to stretch this feeling to forever, even while it burned and goaded now, now, now . Tears pressed at his eyes.
    Suddenly empty air moved on his wet sex. Xan lifted off him.
    Xan brusquely turned Devon over, facedown on the bed. Xan’s hands closed on Devon’s hips, and pulled his ass toward him so Devon was on hands and knees in a position to be mounted.
    Xan knelt between Devon’s legs and reached across to Devon’s night table.
    Devon looked back over his shoulder to see Xan’s body move like a great prowling beast. Xan’s bulky muscles elongated as his arm extended. Blade scars showed white and deep on his sun-bronzed skin. Xan retrieved a phial of scented oil.
    Xan pushed Devon down onto his forearms. Devon’s cheek rested against the sheet, his ass thrust up.
    The sesame oil, warmed in Xan’s hands, felt light and satiny in the channel between Devon’s buttocks. Xan spread it up and down Devon’s cleavage. He paused at Devon’s anus and circled it. Devon shivered.
    Then Devon felt the backs of Xan’s fingers on his cheeks as Xan oiled his own cock.
    Devon waited, trembling. The first touch of Xan’s sex on Devon’s ass made him grunt, startled, excited. Xan’s thick, satiny-oiled cock started its ride between Devon’s buttocks, sliding back and forth in the rut. With each pass over his anus, Devon wanted to beg, Please.
    At last, at last, the bulging head of Xan’s cock paused, pressing at the tight entrance.
    Devon caught in his breath.
    His thoughts shrieked. Just put it in. Come in. Come in.
    And then, miraculously, came the push. Dizzy with lust, Devon submitted. The muscles that guarded those gates relaxed and Devon took Xan’s sex inside his body with a welcome embrace.
    Xan moved in and out with slow, luxurious strokes.
    With tear-blurred vision, Devon saw their joined bodies in a reflecting glass. He saw Xan gazing downward, tension in his face, a vertical crease in his brow, as he watched his own cock go in and out of Devon. Devon was not sure if Xan was admiring his own thick, hard rod or the sight of Devon’s body taking him in. Xan’s hands moved on Devon’s buttocks, stroking and