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him, sparking fire in him again. His cock was taken in a hard hand, calluses rubbing him, pulling in time with the strokes inside him.
    “Chance!” He reached out and held onto Chance’s shoulders, body feeling like it was going to shake apart as he came hard.
    Chance moved above him, panting hard, hips driving into him over and over. He just held on, each movement making sweet shocks slide up his spine.
    “Oh, yeah...” Chance purred, going stiff and still above him. He could feel Chance’s prick throb inside him, filling the condom. He swallowed, fingers sliding through Chance’s hair. “Oh. Oh, you’re fine, Sam. So fine.”
    He shivered, bringing Chance down for a kiss. “You’re not so bad yourself, Chance.”
    Chance eased out of him, tossing the rubber before cuddling close. He was undone, like he was so often by Chance, by the care and passion the man showed him. He pressed close to Chance, pushing into the warmth.
    “Mmm... Feels good, Sam. Feels real good.”
    “Feels just about better than anything I can remember, Chance.” He put his arms around Chance and held on. Would hold on all through the night and wake up next to this man.
    He was growing used to it. Maybe growing to need it.
    He thought maybe that would be okay.
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