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turning his head away, and bared his neck to Stefan.

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    “Now, baby,” Ben groaned.
    As Stefan sank his teeth into the side of Ben’s neck, claiming him,
    he could feel Ben’s cock swelling inside of him. He heard the deep
    roar of Ben’s release as he thrust into him, the knot at the end of his
    cock extending to take hold deep inside of him again.
    Stefan licked the small bite mark on the side of Ben’s neck as he
    wrapped his arms around his shoulders, his hands grasping at his hair,
    stroking through the long black strands even as he tried to even out
    his breathing.
    The only movement from Ben was the occasional quiver or small
    thrust. Stefan squeezed his knees against Ben’s hips as he placed a
    trail of kisses along Ben’s neck and jaw line. As the knot finally
    started to recede, Ben lifted his head and looked down at Stefan in
    wonder.
    “I love the fact that you can’t leave me for a while,” Stefan
    whispered up at Ben as he brought his fingers up to gently stroke the
    side of Ben’s face. “I like knowing I get to hold you for a little while
    afterwards.”
    * * * *
    Ben smiled at Stefan, surprised at how much he seemed to smile
    since the little man came into his life. “I don’t need the knot to be able
    to hold you, Stefan. I’ll do it whenever I want to, knot or no knot.”
    Stefan giggled. “Yeah, but this way, you’re still a part of me.”
    “You like me being a part of you?” Ben asked in amazement. No
    one had ever wanted to be a part of him before. He had been with
    others in the past, but usually they just wanted to be with him because
    of his size. Once they had, they soon left, not staying around to get to
    really know him.
    “I think I could get used to it,” Stefan laughed. “Of course,
    sometime I’d like to try this out in a bed. This table leaves something
    to be desired, you know?”

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    “Well,” Ben said as he lifted Stefan up in his arms and stood to his
    feet. “I’m nothing if not accommodating.”
    Stefan laughed again as Ben pushed his jeans down his legs with
    his foot, then turned to carry him to the stairs. He wrapped his arms
    around Ben’s neck and held on as Ben carried him up to their
    bedroom.
    “Shower! We need to take a shower.” Stefan laughed loudly as
    Ben started toward the bed. Ben immediately turned toward the
    bathroom, not releasing Stefan until they were standing in the shower,
    hot water spraying down on them.
    Stefan groaned as Ben slid from his body. As Ben lowered him to
    the floor, his arms slid down from around his neck to rest on his chest.
    With a wicked little smile on his face, Stefan reached over and
    grabbed the body soap, pouring a liberal amount on a washcloth
    before replacing the bottle.
    Stefan placed the washcloth on Ben’s chest and began scrubbing
    him clean, not missing a single spot. As his hand moved farther down
    Ben’s body, he knelt between his legs. He paid special attention to the
    soft, silky sac below Ben’s cock, then all around the long flesh before
    him. He raised an eyebrow and looked up at Ben when his cock began
    to lengthen and harden right before his eyes.
    “You do seem to have some amazing recuperative powers.” He
    chuckled. “Are you always like this?”
    “I…uh…well,” Ben stammered. His face flushed. “I haven’t been
    in the past. You might say this is a new development for me.”
    “That mating heat is a bitch, isn’t it?” Stefan chuckled as he began
    washing Ben again.
    “Stefan, it’s not the mating heat,” Ben replied, his eyes staring
    purposefully down at Stefan. He would have been aroused by Stefan
    even if they hadn’t been mated.
    Stefan looked up at Ben in surprise, then grinned, turning his
    attention back to washing Ben. Once he was done with the front, he
    motioned for Ben to turn around. Stefan seemed to take great delight

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    in rubbing the cloth over every inch of