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or deeply into subspace as he did with Keith.
    Especially so quickly.
    Keith smiled as he felt Scott’s cock harden between their bodies. Keith’s was already hard.
    He crushed Scott’s lips with a deep, possessive kiss that swept coherent thought from his brain. Rough stubble scraped against his flesh in a sexy way.
    “We’ve got a long day and a longer night ahead of us,” Keith told him. “Let’s go grab a shower and get moving. I don’t want to waste a second of it.”
    He climbed off Scott, catching his hand and pulling him up off the bed with him and leading him to the bathroom. There, Keith pulled him into his arms under the steamy spray, putting Scott’s hand on his cock while he wrapped his fingers around Scott’s.
    “We can take the tension off,” he said, his other hand gripping the back of Scott’s head as he kissed him again, hard.

    * * * *

    Yes, he was a Dominant man and needed a submissive partner. Key word there being partner. He needed to know Scott outside the role of boy, and this morning would help with that.
    Scott slowly stroked Keith’s cock while Keith stroked his, catching and swallowing Scott’s moans.
    Under his fingers, Scott’s hard cock throbbed, slick, hot pre-cum leaking from his slit. It took every ounce of will Keith had not to taste it.
    Yes, likely everything was fine, but he wasn’t taking any chances.
    There would be plenty of time for that later.
    His fingers dug into Scott’s scalp as he kissed him, sucking on his tongue, biting his lips. All the while his hand stroked harder, faster, wanting to get him over, wanting to make him moan. Scott’s hand felt like magic on his cock, perfect, stroking him as if already an expert on his body.
    They came almost at the same time, both of them moaning, gasping, their hands speeding up on the other’s cock, until finally they were standing there, leaning on each other, foreheads pressed together as they caught their breath.
    He felt Scott try to move, likely to drop to his knees to suck Keith’s hand clean, but Keith held him in place. “It’s okay. Not this time. We can wash our hands off.”
    “I wish I could taste you.”
    There weren’t many other more perfect phrases that could have slipped from the man’s mouth than that one. “I know. Let’s get a full panel of tests done first. Just to be sure.”
    “What about Noel?”
    Keith sensed another minefield. “Ideally, yes, she should, too. For her peace of mind, if nothing else.”
    “I haven’t been with anyone since I’ve been with her. Besides you now.”
    “Exactly the point,” he said, not wanting to tread into dangerous territory, not wanting to cast aspersions on the woman’s character when he didn’t even know her yet.
    “I’ll talk to her.”
    “Okay.” Keith finally stepped back, rinsing his hand off under the spray with a wistful tug on his heart.
    Yes, he wished he could have tasted Scott, too.
    There would be plenty of time for that in the future, though.
    He hoped.

    * * * *

    Keith drove. They found a restaurant for breakfast, and after, Keith headed for the Army-Navy surplus store. By the time they returned to the resort around eleven that morning, Scott had a new pair of black tactical boots and comfy socks to go with them.
    Back in the room, Keith got Scott geared up much as he had the night before, including a butt plug. This time, he also included a leather chest harness.
    Meanwhile, he changed into a bathing suit and a pair of flip-flops.
    He smiled at Scott. “We’re going to lounge by the pool for a while. Oh, that reminds me.” He found his bottle of suntan lotion and slathered it all over Scott. The man was pale from his hours working an office job. “Don’t want to send you back home looking like a lobster.”
    He bent Scott over the edge of the bed and took several swats at his ass with the riding crop. “Well, maybe I want your ass to be red, but no one else will have to know that.”
    Downstairs, he found a vacant