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Chris"s ass, down Chris"s balls,
    and on his fingers all at one go. Chris made a little whimper, and a
    giggle, and then Xander snicked the lid closed before he dumped any
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    more of the stuff, and played carefully with the puckered little entrance
    that all that lube was designed for.
    Chris"s whole body shuddered, and he went limp, practically
    boneless, the only part of that sturdy, powerful body that was active was
    his thigh muscles, bearing his ass up for Xander"s leisure. Xander took
    his time.
    First he simply rubbed it, again and again, until Chris purred and
    thrust back against the blunt tip of Xander"s finger as it rubbed over.
    Xander watched in fascination as his finger disappeared, and Chris made
    that crooning noise in the back of his throat.
    “Mmmmmmm… mmmmmm….”
    Xander was forced to chuckle. “Good?”
    “Mmmm… better… more.”
    Xander stretched, carefully, more, and then Chris started giving
    instructions.
    “Another finger, yeah? Mmmm… yeah. Good. Okay… deeper…
    deeper. God!”
    “Does it hur—”
    “You felt that?”
    “Yeah… does it hurt?”
    “ NO… push on it AGAIN!”
    Xander did, and Chris begged, so he added another finger and
    spread them, and Chris whimpered. “God, Xan… I"m such a cock-
    whore, I know it, but could you… do you think you might want to…
    please, Xander, please?” He practically sobbed into the pillow, and
    Xander?
    Well, Xander"s entire body had been flushing hot and cold for the
    past fifteen minutes. His balls were throbbing between his legs, and his
    cock? It was painfully full, even more so because he"d been dripping a
    steady stream of pre-come almost from Chris"s first pleasure sound. If all
    Chris had wanted was for Xander to finger-bang him and stroke his cock,
    at this point, Xander probably would have come all by himself, without a
    touch anywhere.
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    But Chris wanted Xander to fuck him, and that? Oh God. It was
    awe-inspiring. He positioned himself carefully, and at the first touch of
    his head to Chris"s stretched, slick opening, Chris whined. “Jesus,
    Xander, what have I ever done to you?”
    “You loved me,” Xander replied gruffly, and then he thrust quietly
    in.
    Chris stretched easily, stretched, stretched, “Gaaaaahhhh… that"s
    wonderful!” stretched until, pop! Xander was inside. Chris buried his
    face in his sheets and pounded the pillow with his fist, chanting hoarsely,
    “More, more, more, more, deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper… oh, God,
    Xander, would you fucking move?”
    Xander snapped his hips back and forward, because he had to,
    because Chris was begging him, because his cock ached, and he
    hungered to bury himself in his lover"s body, and he had no choice.
    “ Yes!” Chris howled. “Yes! Again! Harder!”
    And Xander complied, harder, and harder, and again, and his eyes
    rolled back and his hips just started to piston, and Chris begged him,
    loudly, hoarsely, without shame. Xander was aware that Chris had
    moved his hand up and was stroking himself off, even as he begged
    Xander to thrust some more.
    The thought made the tingle start, up under Xander"s balls, and he
    managed a “You coming anytime soon?”
    “Been coming… need the big kahuna, or I"m gonna fucking lose
    it!”
    “All I can do is harder—”
    “Make sure you hit that spot!”
    Xander did. He angled his hips and made sure he nailed that spot,
    and nailed it hard, and again, and again, until Chris screamed, honest to
    God screamed, his voice hoarse and muffled by his pillow, and Xander"s
    entire body went cold, and his vision went black, and everything in his
    universe centered around his balls, and his cock, and dumping come into
    Chris"s ass.
    He came so hard he almost passed out.
    When he was done, he collapsed sideways, and watched detachedly
    as the dark spots did the Macarena in front of his eyes. He was brought
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    to earth slowly by Chris"s hand on his face, and although he