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He grinned, tickled to the bone. “You know it.”

“More.” Tank started on the button and zipper of his jeans.

“Oh, you too. I want some of that.” He worked Tank’s belt open.

“Here, stand up just a minute, baby.” They stood, both of them tearing out of what clothes they still wore. “Jesus, you’re hotter than August. I could look at you forever.”

Dalton flexed a little, his body on fire. His cock felt better out in the open, pointing at Tank. Tank pumped him with a firm grip, making him feel it.

And he wanted to feel everything with Tank. Every damn thing.

“You know how hot this is? That you’ll let me play, let me touch and stroke and pet.”

“I love how you talk to me, Tank.” Tank made him feel special, not—

Nope. None of that.

“Mmm. Good.” Tank reeled him in, brought them right together. The next kiss made Dalton’s knees weak, and he was glad when Tank eased them back down on the bed. “Spread for me, baby.”

The heat of Tank’s hands made him catch his breath. He spread his legs, letting Tank kneel between them. He trusted Tank with his life.

Hell, he trusted Tank with shit that was way more important.

Tank stroked his cock, then slid that hand down to gently push at his balls. “Mmm…. All mine. Soft and sensitive.”

His belly pulled in, and a jolt of pleasure ran up his spine. God, that felt amazing. “All yours. Damn, Tank.”

Tank bent to kiss him again, pushing their dicks together for a moment, giving him friction. He arched up and rocked, the world spinning for a few hard thrusts.

Then Tank was backing off just enough to touch him again. Those fingers were callused and clever and seemed like they were determined to drive him out of his mind. When they slid against his hole, Dalton moaned, because he knew what Tank could do there.

“You need me, baby? You need me to touch?”

He nodded, swallowing hard. He fucking did.

“I got this.” Tank stroked and circled, the tingling sensation driving him crazy. “You got lube somewhere?”

He stretched, digging out the slick and condoms from around the dildos in his headboard drawer.

“Look at that.” Tank chuckled, the sound not one bit mocking. “We’ll have to play once we get all settled in.”

“I… yeah?” His cheeks were on fire.

“Hell yeah. I ain’t ashamed. That’s fun stuff.” Now Tank just took the lube from him, though, opened it to slick up his fingers.

He needed to hear that, to know it. To fucking believe it, down to his bones. The fact that it was Tank who said it made everything a hundred times better.

“Right now, I need to be in you, fuck you hard.”

“Anything.” He would give Tank whatever he could.

“Everything.”

Well damn.

Dalton nodded, his nerve endings on fire, and when Tank pressed fingers in deep, a wild cry shot from him.

He clung to whatever part of Tank he could reach, his lungs desperately trying to fill as all the air whooshed out of him.