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of the couch as Clint tossed Barkley a strawberry. He caught it and chewed happily as his tail wiggled swiftly. Clint held up a bottle of water and Ryder shook his head.
    “It’s just me and Barkley,” Clint said as he came around the counter and Ryder decided Clint was way sexier than he was five minutes earlier. Not that he wasn’t really hot before.
    “And the extra bedrooms are his,” Ryder joked as Clint sat next to him.
    “I like having a few guest bedrooms for family and friends,” he said as he reached for Ryder.
    “Good. I’m moving in. Barkley and I are soul mates,” he murmured as he let Clint pull his lips to his.
    “I think we could work something out,” Clint whispered as his lips slid back and forth across Ryder’s. It was miraculous. Everywhere they touched a tingling warmth flared and Ryder’s heartbeat became heavy and slow. He felt like he was high and he was unbelievably turned on. He was so aware of his skin and something inside of him was straining to get closer to something inside of Clint. And he really wanted to run his tongue over every inch of him. He smelled like the beach. There was coconut, lime and maybe rum and Ryder wanted to crawl inside of his clothes and rub his face all over Clint’s body.
    “Oh, fuck!” Ryder groaned as he threw his leg over Clint’s thighs. “Take your shirt off,” he begged and Clint nodded and pulled his shirt free as Ryder attacked the buttons. Clint’s arms stretched around Ryder as he sucked on Clint’s lower lip and he felt Clint’s hands working behind him. A moment later there was a soft clink as Clint dropped a pair of cuff links on the table. Who wears cuff links? On purpose? He wondered then dismissed the thought as Clint pulled his shirt over his head. Jesus, he smelled amazing. Ryder gasped as he pushed Clint on his back and dove for the corner of his neck.
    “Here?” Clint asked as his hands pushed at Ryder’s shirt and he nodded as he pulled an arm free then shook and flung his shirt over the back of the couch.
    “For now,” he murmured against Clint’s chest. He licked and Clint hissed. “You taste so good,” Ryder purred then let his tongue drag all over Clint’s skin in slow swirls as he worked his way down Clint’s body. He quickly unbuckled Clint’s belt and had the fly open a moment later. He tugged and Clint lifted his hips and Ryder snorted and had to smother a giggle. “You’re a fancy gay,” he teased as he traced the waistband of the sheer black jock strap and Clint raised his head and frowned at Ryder.
    “It’s comfortable,” he protested and Ryder shrugged.
    “It’s going,” he stated as he pushed Clint’s jeans down his legs. Clint skillfully toed off his shoes and jeans and Ryder bit his lip as he traced Clint’s hard-on through the thin fabric. “This is gonna hurt,” Ryder sang and Clint’s brows pulled together.
    “You don’t have to,” he said as he rose on his elbows. “You can fuck me,” Clint whispered as he stretched toward Ryder’s lips.
    “Really?” Ryder asked as he lowered his head and nipped at Clint’s lower lip. “You’re all masc for masc so I assumed you were strictly a top,” he said and Clint shook his head.
    “That’s usually how it works out but I’m vers,” he mumbled and Ryder grinned.
    “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that,” he said as he moved down Clint’s body.
    “I wouldn’t make you do that if you didn’t want to,” he said and Ryder chuckled as he gently bit Clint’s erection then sucked on the head through the fabric and Clint jumped.
    “Oh, no. I’m about to ride this dick,” he announced and Clint’s cock twitched and a dark spot spread around the head and Ryder hummed in approval as he curled his fingers beneath the elastic waistband. “I wasn’t complaining,” Ryder said softly as it slid lower and Clint groaned. Ryder nodded in agreement as inch after inch of Clint’s throbbing length was revealed. “I like when it