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knees.
    “I’ll be fine,” he insisted as he lowered his head and Clint’s head fell back as heat engulfed his length. Ryder kept his lips loose as he swallowed as much of Clint’s shaft as he could manage. He slowly lifted his head and when Clint looked down his cock glistened with saliva as Ryder rose to his feet. Clint’s hands reached for Ryder’s face as he set his knees outside of Clint’s hips and lowered. Ryder’s tongue was slightly bitter from the condom but it only made Clint’s dick harder as Ryder gripped it and guided the head toward his ass. He felt the head press against Ryder’s hole and tried to fill his lungs as it pushed into tight heat. Ryder’s head snapped back as he gasped and Clint was stunned. The man in his arms couldn’t be the awkward, boring, clumsy tool that attacked him in that filthy bathroom. The man in his arms was unbelievably sensual and pure magic. “Give me a minute,” Ryder breathed. “It’s been a while,” he said then exhaled loudly.
    Clint leaned forward and kissed Ryder’s throat as his fingers slowly slid down his back then began to knead muscles soothingly. Ryder sighed happily as his head swung forward and fell into the corner of Clint’s neck. He pulled in a deep breath then let it out slowly and his body softened around Clint’s as he slid lower, taking more of Clint’s length into his clenching heat.
    “God, you’re so tight,” Clint ground out as need slammed into his groin and his sack tightened. A silky hum/laugh slipped from Ryder’s lips as his ass settled against Clint’s hips and he ground against Clint.
    “You’re really thick,” he murmured as he positioned his knees then began to rise and Clint went ahead and moaned loudly and Ryder nodded in agreement before he dropped and his ass slammed against Clint’s thighs. “Oh, fuck! That’s good!” Ryder groaned as he repeated the movement and Clint’s hands wrapped around Ryder’s ass. It was so round and firm and Clint needed to see it. Ryder’s arms slid around Clint’s neck as his pace picked up until he was riding Clint frantically, rising and falling swiftly as their lips and tongues lashed and sucked wildly. Ryder pulled his lips back and grinned wickedly at Clint. “Hold on,” he said as he braced his hands on the back of the couch and stood.
    Clint nodded faintly as he watched Ryder turn and Clint’s head fell to the side as his eyes drank in Ryder’s perfect ass. Ryder set one knee on the couch then swung the other over Clint’s hips and carefully lowered as Clint aimed the head of his cock at Ryder’s hole. Clint’s lips pulled into an O and he exhaled loudly as his dick was buried between the soft globes of Ryder’s ass as he sat. Clint’s hands curved around each cheek and it was heaven as Ryder started to bounce on his knees, taking Clint deep into his heat every time he fell. He watched in awe as Ryder rode faster and faster and was mesmerized by the flexing and bunching of the muscles in Ryder’s thighs and ass until Ryder groaned in frustration.
    “I need it harder,” he whimpered and Clint’s eyes went wide as Ryder easily unfolded his legs and sat on his lap, taking all of Clint’s length into his tight passage. Ryder swung forward and planted his hands on the ottoman and pushed off as he slid back, slamming into Clint’s groin. Praise Jesus, he’s a power bottom, Clint thought as his hands tightened around Ryder’s hips. He pulled Ryder down hard as he bucked off the couch and Ryder screamed. “Yes! Just like that!” He begged and Clint thought about proposing. He couldn’t remember anyone riding his dick that hard and asking for more. Definitely husband material. Too bad Clint wasn’t looking. Clint rolled his hips and pulled Ryder into his thrusts and he felt Ryder tightening around him as his breaths came in desperate gasps.
    “Do not come on my furniture,” Clint warned and Ryder laughed breathlessly.
    “We better change position, then,”