Altered Threesome

This part of the fic takes place AFTER thents nts of the series, where Tachibana now has his own home on the outskirts of a new city, while Ryuhou and Kazuma still travel from battlefield to battlefield. Typical fanfiction disclaimers--I don’t own the boys, but please don’t sue me. ^.^

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Altered Threesome
Chapter 11

No you don’t. Ryuhou bit his lip so that he wouldn’t say that out loud, too, and quickly drank down more of his soup. The room was quiet for a moment, and he found himself tugging idly at his hair--he’d been doing that ever since it had grown long, and he frowned at what might be the beginning of a potentially annoying habit. “In any case, if the fighting really has settled for a while, I don’t see why Kazuma and I shouldn’t do the same. I think both our bodies could use the rest.”

Tachibana nodded. You have no idea how true that is. He remained quiet on that subject—if Kazuma wanted to tell the other, he could. Tachibana was quickly distracted, however, by the movement of Ryuhou’s hand. He watched a moment as he finished his soup. “Do you want me to cut it?” he asked abruptly, motioning towards his hair with the beginnings of a teasing smile. “It’s not exactly regulation length, I’d think.”

Ryuhou blushed slightly, quickly confining his hand to the table. “No, it’s not…I mean, yes. If you don’t mind.” He smiled faintly and finished the last of his bowl as well. “It’s just been so long since I thought about it, it kind of took on a mind of its own.” He shook his head so that his hair fell back behind his shoulders once more.

“I don’t mind,” he replied, perhaps a bit too quickly, but…. Shaking himself, Tachibana stood with his bowl, moving to the sink to clean and wait for the other to finish. “I’ll do it after you eat. Take your time, though, and help yourself to seconds.” Ryuhou…. His chest tightened in an all too familiar way, and for a moment he flushed with guilt. After everything he and Kazuma had done, to still want….

Ryuhou finished soon after, and brought his bowl to be cleaned as well. “I’m fine,” he assured. “The girls have been force-feeding me the past two days, anyway.” Though he couldn’t say the attention bothered him, it had begun to get a little tiresome. He hadn’t realized how much he missed peace and quiet until he came here, how much he missed…Tachibana’s pleasant company until it was only the two of them, sharing that tense silence that had once been so familiar and exciting. He smoothed his shirt again. Don’t be foolish. He has Kazuma now, and you ended it yourself. Don’t let your memories fool you. “Where would you like to…?”

Setting the dishes aside to soak—not that they needed to—he faced his former lover with a bit of shy apprehension. “Probably the bathroom,” he said, already heading in that direction. Tachibana led the way, and in a few moments had Ryuhou seated on the closed toilet with a towel draped over his shoulders and neck. “Now I’m not a professional,” he warned, picking up a pair of scissors. “But I’ll try to do the neatest job I can.”

“As long as it’s shorter than this, I don’t mind,” Ryuhou assured. He tilted his head down slightly so that Tachibana would have an easier time of it. It almost felt too familiar when Tachibana first reached for his hair; he closed his eyes to enjoy it. Tachi…was I wrong, back then? If I’d never pushed you away…. His fingers curled slightly against his knees.

Tachibana made his first cuts hesitantly, but after a while grew more confident. He took his time, sliding his fingers through thin, familiar strands as he tried to make his work even. The quiet was somehow suiting, the only noise the shift of his clothes and the snipping of metal through hair. It was strange; his time with Ryuhou had never been like this. All they’d had were moments between assignments, meetings, and training, and those moments they spent as energetically as possible. The memories made Tachibana flush a bit, though somehow it let him appreciate the easy quiet of the current situation much more.

Ryuhou sighed quietly when it seemed that Tachibana had finished; he wished it would have taken longer. There was something so simple and calming about this moment that he hadn’t had in a long time, and the fact that it was Tachibana with him only made it better. He could almost taste the nostalgia, thick and bittersweet, at the back of his throat. “Thank you,” he murmured as he let his eyes slip open once more. “Tachi.”

Tachibana flinched just a bit at that name--he hadn’t heard it for so long…. “You’re welcome,” he replied in kind, setting the scissors aside and taking the towel from Ryuhou’s neck. He shook it off before hanging it up on the back of the door and, keeping his eyes lowered, crouched down to begin scooping up the clumps of hair to throw away.

Ryuhou ran his hands through his hair. “That feels much better,” he remarked, glancing at his reflection in the mirror. He then crouched to help Tachibana clean up. Everything was still so quiet, and he didn’t feel as if he could disturb it. But when they were almost finished gathering the last of the strands he reached further than he had intended, and their hands brushed. The gentle contact made his eyes thin; before he realized it he was curling his fingers against the back of Tachibana’s palm, as if trying to remember the feel of him.

Glancing up, Tachibana paused as a shiver went up his arm. I miss him. The thought startled him, but…he did. He’d missed Ryuhou, and even though he now had Kazuma…. I can’t be that unsatisfied, can I? He held still, just waiting to see what the other would do, almost hoping….

Ryuhou gulped faintly at the look on the other’s face; he wanted to think he recognized it, that faint, nervous excitement that had lit Tachibana’s eyes when they were first getting to know each other. It made his chest ache. I’m not wrong, this time. He…misses me, too. He lifted his other hand to Tachibana’s face, gently cupping his cheek and tugging him closer. I’ve missed him. He kissed him, slowly, just to remember.

I…I shouldn’t be doing this. Kazuma--I’m with Kazuma…right? Ryuhou’s familiar taste immediately aroused all sorts of memories, and Tachibana’s fingers curled tightly against the floor. But…Kazuma is so casual, and I…. Shivering, he broke the brief contact. “Ryuhou….” He wanted to pull away, to tell the elder that they couldn’t do this, but even as the words were forming his lips were on the other’s again. I can’t, but I…for them both….

Ryuhou felt a shudder go through him as he kissed him with greater urgency. Despite everything, all the chances he’d been given for companionship and care, he realized that none of them made him feel complete like this. No other touch could make his insides curl and his eyelids flutter like this. He slipped his hand around behind Tachibana’s head, holding him closer as he rose up on his knees.

Tachibana followed without thinking, drawn by that familiar touch, that same, sudden need. For a moment it felt like nothing had changed, like they hadn’t spent the last year pretending to just be commander and subordinate, just associates. He shifted closer, hands leaving the hair behind to instead clasp Ryuhou’s shirt. I missed him. I missed him, and Kazuma--

For a moment, just a brief second, he could almost imagine that Kazuma was sneaking up behind him, just like he was prone to do whenever Tachibana would slip off to make them a meal. He almost expected to feel a wide hand against his back, and he had to shake himself, remembering that he was alone with Ryuhou.

Ryuhou sensed that hesitation, and he responded with tightening an arm around Tachibana’s waist. “I’ve missed you,” he hissed between their mouths. It was truer than he had been willing to believe. He trailed his lips down along Tachibana’s jaw and ear, working his way to his throat; hoping to draw out that voice he had loved.

He couldn’t help a faint whimper, even as he tried to fight it. It was getting harder to resist those warm lips, to remember that just that morning he had woken beside another, had curled up against another’s chest, had kissed another’s lips. But…he was still pulling closer, still letting his head fall back to welcome the attentions.

More--please, I need this. Ryuhou drew his hands up and down the curved spine, trying to draw Tachibana more firmly against him. When even that wasn’t enough he began to climb to his feet; his hands on Tachibana’s arms pulled him along. The small bathroom was not the best place to revisit their former relationship; he took a step back, coaxing Tachibana to follow with another full kiss.

Tachibana pulled back with a gasp, trying to regain his mind, but Ryuhou’s strong hands didn’t allow room for argument or even thought. But…. God, he feels good. Shuddering, he slid his arms around the other’s neck. I shouldn’t, but I missed him. God, I missed him-- He pulled close, pressing their lips tightly as he allowed the elder to lead them out of the bathroom.

Ryuhou guided them eagerly back into the bedroom, until he felt his calves knocking against a low mattress. “Tachi…” It feels like it’s been so long. “I’m sorry,” he murmured as he sank onto the bed, pulling Tachibana after him. “It wasn’t that I…I didn’t want….” But he didn’t know how to explain, so he only sought another kiss. I didn’t want to let you go.

He lay down at the other’s side, eyes wide at his words. “What?” he asked, a bit breathless. Tachibana reached out hesitantly, drawing his fingers over a smooth face, pausing on the dark scars across his cheeks. Just like…Kazuma…. He shook the thoughts aside. But it wasn’t…what? If there was some reason, some explanation as to why he’d been shoved aside so many months ago….

Ryuhou gulped, nervous, but the eyes on him were so soft and familiar he couldn’t bring himself to keep anything. He…owed it to him. “It wasn’t that I didn’t want you,” he murmured. Though it seemed so long ago he was ashamed at confessing these things. He continued to move his hands over Tachibana’s back and ribs as he lowered his eyes. “I was…scared. I’d never had a lover before, and when the Commander told me my performance was decreasing….” They were such pathetic excuses, even now, and he could only whisper, “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

Tachibana shivered. He…did want me. Does…. There was still that nagging voice at the back of his head, the press of hands holding down his hips, but he pulled Ryuhou closer, kissed his forehead, cheek, and lips. “I missed you,” he whispered fiercely. God help me, but…I still care for him. I do care for Kazuma, and…what can I do? I care for them both so much…. His chest was aching, making it hard to breathe, so he buried himself in another kiss.

“Tachi….” Ryuhou was nearly shaking with excitement as he rolled Tachibana beneath him. It felt almost as natural to him as his Alter, the way their bodies fit together, the hiss of Tachibana’s breath against his cheek. And still…he could feel that something in him had changed, just slightly, when he caught a glance of the scars that had begun to creep over the back of his palm. They had both been through so much, had felt and endured so much passion and hardship…. But he didn’t want to believe that even this wasn’t enough for him, so he devoted himself fully to pressed mouths and bodies.

I…. Tachibana closed his eyes, ignoring the twisting in his stomach in favor of the warmth covering him. Ryuhou was just as strong as he remembered, just as quick to take charge and…and he’d missed it. He knew it was wrong, knew that he’d already chosen a new lover, but Tachibana was still accepting the desperate affections. He was still murmuring at the feel of firm hands and an eager mouth.

When Kazuma returned to the small house at the edge of town that evening, he was surprised first not to find Tachibana in his garden; that was where he said he’d be. Surprised again when he let himself in, only to hear a pair of familiar voices echoing from the bedroom. He lifted an eyebrow as he investigated. I should have known, after the way Ryuhou was acting the other day, he told himself. It was too obvious for him to be upset about, and when he peeked inside any disconcertment he might have felt vanished at the sight of entwined bodies. Damn…they’re pretty hot together like that.

Kazuma crossed his arms, trying to hide his interest. “My my,” he drawled, “don’t we look cozy.” He certainly wasn’t above teasing them.

Tachibana froze, pushing his former lover away enough to see his new lover. Kazuma…. He was suddenly, inexplicably frightened, faced with both men and what seemed to be a choice. His eyes darted between the two as he tried to catch his breath. “Kazuma, I….” The words choked in his throat, and his chest constricted again as Ryuhou shifted against him.

Despite all his efforts Kazuma couldn’t help but laugh at the face Tachibana was making and the possessive gleam in Ryuhou’s eyes. Maybe I was wrong--maybe I’d be the one getting off by watching them. With a smirk he stalked forward. “Hey, don’t let me interrupt; I thought you two might want to get reacquainted. But before I leave you alone, there was just one thing….”

Ryuhou started to push to his knees, a threat clearly in his face--it was devotion worthy of praise, to be sure, and it looked damn sexy on him. Maybe he was just trying to mess with the pair, or maybe it had been a long time in coming, but before Kazuma could think better of it he grabbed Ryuhou by the collar and pulled him into a fierce kiss.

What the-- Ryuhou jerked back, but Kazuma had a tight grip on his shirt, and he couldn’t tear himself away from hot lips. He pushed ineffectively against Kazuma’s shoulders in an attempt to shove him away, even if…he knew he wouldn’t be able to.

Tachibana’s eyes went wide, watching the two with disbelief, then…. Kazuma, you’re not mad. And…you’re not just after Ryuhou, are you? I don’t think…. Licking his lips, he reached up with one hand, lightly touching Kazuma’s thigh. Kazuma…and Ryuhou…. The thoughts made his head spin, and the clenching in his chest abruptly dropped into his stomach and groin. He reached up with his other hand, brushing faintly at Ryuhou’s neck. They….

Kazuma snuck a peek at the younger man. Looks like he’s enjoying it. In his momentary distraction Ryuhou managed to pull away from him, and he smirked, licking his lips. “Well, Tacchan? You like that?” He pulled Ryuhou back to him, already reaching down with one hand to stroke him through his pants. “I bet you’ve never seen him from this angle before.”

“What are you--” Ryuhou bit his lip, desperate not to make any sound as he shied away from Kazuma’s hungry mouth. But his fingers were shaking as he reached to pry Kazuma’s away from him, giving them too little strength to defend himself. The hands on him were just too strong, too confident, and when he caught a glance of Tachibana’s wide eyes on him it only made his breath come faster.

We could, some little voice suddenly spoke up, watching Kazuma’s attentions to the other. I could…be with them both, couldn’t I? I care for them both…. Tachibana slowly sat up, purposefully nudging Kazuma’s mouth away from Ryuhou, pulling the later closer for his own kiss. “It’s…not so bad,” he murmured, one hand still curling against the back of Kazuma’s leg. Please understand, Ryuhou. We…we’re all we have, the three of us. Don’t make me have to choose.

“But Tachi,” Ryuhou began to protest, “this--” He was cut off again when Kazuma’s hand abruptly tightened, making him shudder. God he feels good--but this…. He groaned, falling obediently into Tachibana’s waiting mouth.

“That’s more like it,” Kazuma encouraged, sinking onto his knees on the edge of the bed as well. “Damn, you two are hot.” He leaned in to play his lips over Tachibana’s ear, and his voice dropped to a heavy whisper. “You look amazing together, you know that? It’s making me fuckin’ hard.” Without taking his hand from Ryuhou he pressed his hips up against Tachibana’s side as proof.

Tachibana moaned softly. He felt freed, somehow, knowing that both men were there, with him. He kissed Ryuhou strongly, running thin fingers through his hair as his knees bent around his hips. Once both were breathless he pulled back, meeting Ryuhou’s eyes. “It this…okay?” he asked softly, almost pleading. His eyelids fluttered when Kazuma continued to work on his ear.

“Oh, he loves it,” Kazuma interrupted before the other could answer that. He pressed his free hand against Tachibana’s chest, urging him to lean back once more. “Here, I’ll show you—just enjoy for a sec.” Maybe I’ve been waiting for this longer than I thought. Though he wouldn’t admit to liking his long-time rival, at the moment he could think of nothing sexier than Ryuhou’s flushed, embarrassed and excited face. He dragged Ryuhou to him, kissing him fully as he pressed their bodies together.

Ryuhou shivered, and though at first he tried to retreat there was no room for breath or thought between their lips. He knew Kazuma’s strength better than anyone, and was thrilled to feel the powerful hands moving over his sides and back. He found himself clinging to Kazuma’s shoulders as he leaned into him, his body growing hot and tight. Damn you, Kazuma! He gasped quietly when he next was granted room to breathe.

Tachibana watched with wide eyes, a bit surprised by the slow surrender he could see in Ryuhou’s expression and posture. Just seeing the pair like that…. Murmuring plaintively, he caught both boys by their pants, tugging. “Kazuma….” He tilted his head, unconsciously licking his lips. “You’re supposed to share….”

Kazuma chuckled, enjoying the way that Ryuhou almost wilted against him once their kiss had ended. This is so fucking hot. “Don’t ask for more than you can handle,” he warned. He turned to Ryuhou once more. “He wants us both. Maybe we shouldn’t disappoint him.”

Shaking himself, Ryuhou gave him a slight shove. Damnit, I’m not going to lose myself to him, of all people. “Don’t tell me what to do.” But he was already stretching out at Tachibana’s side, pressing up against him as he sought a…less demanding kiss.

Kazuma rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” He flopped down on Tachibana’s other side, licking at his neck and ear as he pawed at his stomach.

Yes…just like this. Tachibana returned Ryuhou’s kiss eagerly, rolling slightly so he could urge Kazuma up against his back. He was heating quickly, already straining against his tight pants as he whispered murmurs into Ryuhou’s mouth. His hips shifted back into Kazuma’s, and his breath caught.

Ryuhou kissed him with growing urgency, and for a moment he forgot that Kazuma was even there with him. But when he opened his eyes he caught a glimpse of the man’s wide lips at Tachibana’s ear, and he flushed in embarrassment when he remembered himself from a moment ago. He reached out suddenly in retaliation; the bed was so narrow that only a slight shove sent Kazuma tumbling off the bed with a yelp.

Tachibana jumped as Kazuma nearly pulled him off with him, and he clutched at Ryuhou’s shoulders. Glancing back, he started to laugh; it was just so like them. “You’re awful,” he said to Ryuhou, leaning in for another kiss. He wasn’t worried about Kazuma--he just wondered what the boy would do as paybacks.

Kazuma blinked, a little startled to find himself on the floor. “Oh, you asked for it,” he growled playfully as he pulled himself back up. As soon as Ryuhou saw him he rolled Tachibana beneath him once more protectively. Kazuma snorted. “Damn prick.” Despite Ryuhou’s protests he slipped his hands between the pair, swiftly undoing his pants. He pulled back before the former officer could glare him to death. “Just relax,” he advised. He worked his hand into the small of Ryuhou’s back, waiting until he’d turned his attention back to Tachibana before sliding it lower, beneath the lip of his pants. With a wicked grin he pushed two fingers insistently inside him.

Ryuhou gasped, breaking his kiss with Tachibana as a grimace flashed across his face. “Damnit Kazuma--” It hurt, and he hadn’t expected it. But Kazuma was already moving inside him, and he clutched at the blankets as he tried to regain his composure.

Tachibana glanced over Ryuhou’s shoulder to see what happened, and he couldn’t help a faint chuckle. We never did it that way. He sent a smile at Kazuma, then drew Ryuhou back to his lips. “Relax,” he murmured, kissing him, lightly massaging the elder’s hips. “It gets better--trust me.” He offered a deeper kiss, diverting one hand to press into the inside of Kazuma’s thigh.

Ryuhou clenched his jaw to keep any other sounds from leaking from him. It still hurts, damnit. Kazuma’s fingers were wide and coarse, forcing his body to adjust faster than he was prepared for. It was a while before he could return Tachibana’s kiss with any strength. Does it…always hurt like this? Every time Tachi and I…. He was momentarily subdued, until Kazuma adjusted his angle slightly, sending a jolt up his spine. He groaned against Tachibana’s mouth. “Wait…stop it, I…”

“You don’t really mean that, do you?” Kazuma leaned forward, encouraging the hand against his thigh as he granted a kiss to the back of Ryuhou’s ear. He pressed his fingers deeper and grinned when the other moaned and squirmed. “God, you’re so tight. Tachibana tells me I’m huge--I wonder if you could take it.”

Ryuhou cursed softly through gasping breath. “Fuck you, Kazuma.”

Tachibana’s fingers curled against Kazuma’s pants. “Be nice,” he said, other hand pulling Ryuhou protectively closer. “He’s never been on the bottom before. You should at least use something.” The thought of seeing the two together, though, twisted and panting, only increased his desire, and he arched up against Ryuhou.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” I could probably hurt myself, screwing an ass that tight, he thought with a laugh as he pulled his hand back at last. He reached to the nearby nightstand, removing a familiar tube of pale oil. “Keep him busy for a second, and I’ll give you a good show,” he promised. He held the bottle in his teeth as he began to drag Ryuhou’s pants off.

He’s going to-- “Wait,” Ryuhou started, trying to glance over his shoulder. He shivered at the feeling of cool air against his bare skin. He could almost still feel Kazuma’s wide fingers inside him. Kazuma’s going to…I didn’t want this from him. But when Kazuma stripped out of his own pants he couldn’t help but stare, another shudder going through him. You’ve got to be kidding me.

Tachibana easily recognized that look. He pulled Ryuhou’s head back around, kissing him deeply. “Stay with me,” he whispered. “Watch me and relax. It only hurts for a bit.” Hoping to keep the former officer from thinking on things too deeply Tachibana arched upwards again, purposefully rubbing his cloth-covered hips against Ryuhou’s exposed length. He offered another kiss, moaning softly as he bent his knees up along the inside of the other’s thighs.

I can’t believe this--I can’t believe I’m letting them do this--I can’t believe he’s letting us do this. But Ryuhou was already falling again into Tachibana’s embrace, groaning softly at the rough material against him. He didn’t want to admit that he might have been scared, but he remembered the tiny sounds of pain his companion had made their first night together--remembered even better how forceful Kazuma was in everything he did. He was already bracing his palms against the mattress as Kazuma’s fingers slid within him once more, this time with the added lotion. It…was better, much better, and he pressed his face into the side of Tachibana’s throat as he fought to control his breath.

Kazuma shivered, thrilled, as he spread the lotion over himself as well. Slowly he urged Ryuhou’s legs to part. “Make sure you keep an eye on his face,” he told Tachibana, stroking his thigh as he positioned himself. “I just wish I could see it myself.”

Nodding, Tachibana ran slow hands over the other’s back, kissing and nibbling at his neck. Kazuma looked amazing, kneeling over them, eager for what they were about to do. His own hips tensed as if he were the one about to be entered. Ryuhou…. He rubbed at the elder’s waist and thighs, trying to coax the muscles to relax. He moaned softly into Ryuhou’s ear in encouragement.

Kazuma grinned. Just beautiful. He didn’t wait any longer, and didn’t give Ryuhou much of a chance to prepare—if it had been anyone else he might have been more forgiving. But this was Ryuhou, and he couldn’t bring himself to hold back, not after everything. He thrust into him hard, gasping at the amazing feeling of tight flesh around him.

Ryuhou cried out, fingers digging into the mattress as Kazuma forced him down against Tachibana. The pain was fierce and deep, and he whimpered against Tachibana as his shoulders hunched. “Fuck….”

Tachibana frowned, reaching back to slap at Kazuma’s hip. “Don’t be so mean,” he admonished. I know they don’t get along, but…this is supposed to be fun. He continued to touch Ryuhou softly, almost apologetically, even as he was reminded of their first night together; he hadn’t even had the luxury of oil that time. “It’s supposed to feel good, you know?” Tachibana urged Ryuhou into a kiss, still watching Kazuma warningly.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Kazuma quickly apologized, even if he didn’t really mean it. It had been worth it. But he continued at a slower, more controlled pace, not pushing too deeply into his inexperienced partner. He soon found that Ryuhou was so tight it didn’t matter how he moved; every stroke brought thick murmurs to his lips.

Ryuhou held his breath, trying to brace himself against Kazuma’s next movement, but he realized soon enough that it was only making things worse. He tried to relax against Tachibana beneath him; the soft attentions were helping, and as he calmed he became more aware of the heat Kazuma was spreading up his spine. Gradually he began to move as well, rocking back slightly to meet the firm thrusts. “Oh God….”

Tachibana shuddered at the rising of that voice, suddenly…wishing he were more involved. Licking his lips, he began to wiggle his way down the bed. He ran a strong hand over Kazuma’s thigh to get his attention. “Can you…keep him up?” he asked, nodding at Ryuhou before unbuttoning his shirt and trailing wet kisses down his chest.

Realizing what Tachibana was up to, Kazuma chuckled breathlessly. “Go for it.” He fastened his hands around Ryuhou’s waist, and just before entering him once more he pulled them both up onto their knees.

Ryuhou gasped; the change of positions brought Kazuma closer to something deep and raw inside him, and he moaned loudly as he pushed himself back against the strong hips. Bracing his elbows and forehead against the bed he did his best not to move as much. “Tachi…what are you…?”

He smiled. “Just enjoy,” he whispered, finally shifting low enough to fit his lips over Ryuhou’s taunt flesh. Tachibana groaned softly, taking his time and staying as relaxed as he could, knowing that Ryuhou might suddenly begin to move again, and he didn’t want to be unprepared. I remember this--he sounds so good….

Ryuhou bit his lip, hard, but the pain never reached him; he was too busy concentrating on not thrusting into Tachibana’s warm mouth. It was too much—the heat pulsing up his spine and in his groin, the hands clawing at his back and hips. Kazuma was moving faster and deeper now, raising his strained voice along with their rhythm. Shit--shit, I can’t-- Gasping he reached down, urging Tachibana’s face away from him as he shuddered and came.

About time. Kazuma growled as muscle drew tight around him, and he thrust into Ryuhou once more before he, too, reached his climax. He managed to keep his wits together enough not to let Ryuhou fall now that his strength had left him. “Damn,” he hissed, grinning contentedly. He could still feel the shivers in his body; he hadn’t had sex this good in a while, if ever. And he was determined not to let it end with just that.

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