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call the shots, at least this once. Anton took a shaky breath and willed his cock under control. His legs felt like rubber.
    Sighing, he practically fell onto the desk chair. He turned it backwards, straddled the seat and leaned his forehead on his crossed wrists. Stefan stood close behind, straddling his back, his big hands working magic on Anton’s sore muscles.
    Stefan’s solid cock brushed against Anton’s spine. The feel of that hard length burning across his bare back sent a shiver through Anton, a charge that grounded itself deep in his gut.
    His own cock pressed against his zipper. His balls drew up tight and hard between his legs. He shifted on the wood seat, managed to lean closer to Stefan. He opened his mind to Stefan’s thoughts and found them blocked.
    Wondering, not knowing what his pack mate was thinking, turned Anton on even more. That and the hard length of cock riding back and forth across his backbone.
    “I could do a better job if you took off your clothes and stretched out on the bed.”
    “I’ll bet you could.” Laughing, Anton stood up and reached for his zipper, but Stefan beat him to it. It was the first time another man had ever unzipped his pants. Anton grabbed the desk behind him as Stefan’s fingers slowly peeled the fly back and released the snap, then moving even slower, touching only the tab, Stefan dragged the zipper open, one metal tooth at a time.
    Anton gritted his teeth. This teasing, confident male was a new side of Stefan, one Anton hadn’t experienced. He put his hands at the waistband, intending to slide his pants down, but Stefan shook his head.
    “I’ll do it.”
    He slipped his hands inside the waistband and slowly lowered both Anton’s slacks and briefs. The elastic of his briefs caught against the root of his erection. Stefan shoved the loose slacks to the floor, but left the briefs in place.
    The band pressed against Anton’s cock, holding it down between his legs unnaturally close against his body. The elastic cut lightly into his ass. Stefan led him to the bed and he lay down, still partially clad in the white briefs.
    The sensation, though not uncomfortable, drew Anton’s attention to both his cock and his ass as Stefan straddled his hips and began to rub his back. Stefan’s huge cock rode against his cotton briefs, prevented from sliding up and down the crease between his buttocks by the thin layer of soft cotton.
    Anton’s frustration grew. Generally, he penetrated Stefan, took him in the ass while either Xandi or Keisha sucked hard on Stefan’s cock, but this was totally different.
    Just the two of them, Stefan on top and Anton squirming beneath him, trying to find relief from the growing pressure in his cock, the hard ache to his balls.
    Stefan continued to massage his shoulders and back, but the touch of his hands was secondary. Anton shuddered under the weight of his pack mate straddling his hips, the tantalizing sweep of Stefan’s cock over his ass, the rough abrasion of coarse hair on Stefan’s legs riding across his thighs.
    After long minutes of rubbing and teasing, Stefan rose up on his knees and slipped Anton’s briefs down over his legs, then tugged them past his feet.
    He spread Anton’s legs apart and lay on top of him. Anton shifted, better to wedge Stefan’s long cock tightly between his cheeks, then he grabbed the top edge of the mattress, wishing for his bed at home with the iron railings.
    He waited, breath caught in his throat, heart practically stuttering in his chest, for Stefan to fuck him. Instead, he felt fingers reaching under his belly, finding his cock, stroking it in long, slow, teasing sweeps.
    Groaning, twisting beneath Stefan’s weight and heat, Anton thrust his hips down, pressed himself into Stefan’s grasp, practically wept when Stefan slipped his hands away.
    “It’s been awhile, hasn’t it? I figured it was your turn for the bottom.” Stefan chuckled, then slipped away from Anton. “Don’t move.”
    Anton lay