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palm down the hard, smooth muscles of his tanned chest. Troy liked the color of his skin. Certainly it looked better than his own body, pale as the newly fallen London snow.
    “I think you’re fucking handsome,” Troy insisted. “You look like a fighter, someone who can stand up for what he feels is right. Someone who you can’t bully and mess around with. That gets me hot. Do you know how many bullies take one look at me and think I’m some scrawny brain, an arrogant cock who couldn’t land a solid blow if his life depended on it? There are times I’d have happily traded anything I possessed for a body like yours.”
    “You’re certainly not delicate, or scrawny,” Steve said.
    Troy chuckled as Steve hooked his thigh around Troy’s leg. Steve pressed his shoulder and flipped them over. This time it was Steve who caressed those big, long-fingered hands over his skin.
    “You’re lithe,” Steve countered with admiration in his tone. “Sleekly muscled. I’d not put you down as a boxer, but anyone with eyes can see you have a balance to you of someone who’s learned to throw a punch.”
    “Are we going to compare war wounds?” Troy teased.
    Steve chortled and the mood heated between them. They moved together and pressed their lips into a deep kiss again. There was more urgency this time. Troy found his patience thinning. He wanted to suck on Steve’s delicious cock, needed to feel the hard, hot press of his throat being penetrated and swallow Steve’s seed.
    More than that though, he wanted to relax in Steve’s arms. A softer part of Troy looked forward to falling asleep with Steve and waking up with his body warming the bed beside him. This wasn’t a fling or passionate, brief encounter for Troy. He worked a lot with his instinct and something inside him insisted Steve could be an equal and remarkable partner with him.
    Someone he could rely on and trust.
    Troy thought Steve was a man he could live with and maybe even grow old alongside. Lying together on the large bed, Troy wrapped his arms around Steve, drawing them close together. Their erections pressed against one another, the friction causing Troy to groan. He thrust his hips forward, surging his dick along the silky smooth hardness of Steve’s cock.
    Steve groaned.
    Troy wrapped his fingers around both their thicknesses, unable to close his fist. Pressed together, they were too big for him to encompass. He pumped his hand up and down again. He ran the pad of his thumb over Steve’s slick head.
    “I gotta taste you,” Troy murmured.
    Steve moved onto his back and parted his legs slightly. He grabbed a pillow and shoved it under his shoulders, rising up to presumably watch. Troy couched between Steve’s legs and fisted his cock again. Then with a deep breath, he bent low and took Steve into his mouth.
    Flicking his tongue out, he then laved around the sensitive head and pressed hotly under the glans. Steve tasted of semen and hot masculinity. Troy stroked under his sphincter, teasing the delicate skin and firing up every nerve he could find. Steve shifted his legs restlessly and moaned his approval.
    Encouraged, Troy fondled Steve’s balls with one hand and continued to stroke between his ass-cheeks. Breathing strongly through his nose, Troy sucked really hard—just how he enjoyed it— and moved as far down Steve’s shaft as his throat would take him.
    “Fuck yes, just like that,” Steve groaned.
    Troy continued, bobbing his head faster. He continued to stroke from the perineum to the highly sensitive base of Steve’s sac. Wetting his index finger, he then circled the tip of his digit around to Steve’s tight ass. Igniting the nerves present there, he worked Steve up until his buttocks clenched tightly with arousal.
    Murmuring around his cock, Troy warned him with the sound of what he was about to do. Steve unclenched his body, giving silent approval. Troy pressed a slick, thick finger knuckle-deep up Steve’s ass. He cried out, the