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He heard a faint click, then cool fingers circled his opening. He wanted some part of Logan inside him so badly he pushed into the seeking digits, demanding Logan’s possession of his body. Two fingers thrust deep into his body.

Oh fuck me, please.

Clay’s chest heaved with deep breaths. The healed tissue expanded and contracted without pain. His legs shook andblinding pleasure spread outward from the core of his body. Another finger entered him, and the tips brushed over his prostate. The feelings were so intense they were almost painful. Logan sucked Clay’s cock and thrust his fingers in perfect rhythm.

Clay moaned and cried out, begging for more.

Logan reared up, and their faces were only a couple of inches apart.

“You want my cock, Clay? You wanna feel me deep inside you? Every inch filling you, ‘til we don’t know where I stop and you begin?”

Incapable of words, Clay nodded vigorously.

The head of Logan’s cock pushed against his opening, demanding entry. Clay bore down in welcome, and when Logan bit one nipple while thrusting deep inside him, Clay lost it and screamed. Logan’s balls nestled against his ass and his hips swiveled, burrowing his cock deeper inside Clay’s core. Clay’s hands lost their grip on his legs, and they dropped over Logan’s arms. His lover’s strength was more than capable of supporting their weight as he plowed into Clay over and over. Logan fucked him hard and fast.

Clay arched into each stroke. His cock slapped against his abdomen, leaving kisses of pre-cum pooling in his navel. Sweat coated their bodies, and the lights from the Christmas tree turned into colorful halos. Logan’s mouth fused with Clay’s, his tongue thrusting in rhythm with the cock demolishing his previous conceptions of ecstasy.

He surrendered to the demands of his body.

Clay wrenched his mouth away from Logan’s. “Logan!”

The lights dancing behind his eyelids exploded into fireballs of ecstasy. Every muscle, every tendon in his body stiffened, and he came. Hot semen shot over Clay’s stomach and chest.

“Look at me, Clay!”

He forced his eyes open as the waves of euphoria consumed his entire being, and he stared into the smoky blue orbs burning with desire for him.

Logan tilted Clay’s hips. He buried his cock to its maximum depth and froze. A primal roar echoed in the room as heat filled Clay’s ass.

They spent the rest of the day loving each other, and when the sky darkened and the temperatures dropped outside their haven, they held each other tight. The warmth of their bodies and the beat of the hearts nestled next to each other was all the comfort they needed.