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he spoke, his voice was strained.

“Cuddle later, fuck now!” he demanded, and Xander pulled back,

grinned fiercely into his face, and said, “Pushy bottom!” before opening

his mouth and taking Chris in all the way to the back of his throat.

He couldn"t always do that—Chris was really hung—but when he

wanted it bad enough, when he"d been craving the taste of Chris for,

goddammit,six fucking weeks, it was easy. Breathing was secondary,

there was no need for breathing when he could have Chrisinside him,

when Chris was panting and begging and thrusting his hips forward and

fucking Xander"s mouth and whimpering… oh God, was that a

whimper? Xander growled and lunged forward, swallowing hard, and

reaching behind Chris to find his favorite place and play with it.

He grunted in surprise when he found the soft, small rubber plug

back there, waiting for him.

“I was afraid you wouldn"t take charge,” Chris grunted when he

felt Xander"s tug on it. In response, Xander wrenched it out without

mercy, and swallowed and swallowed and swallowed when Chris

dumped come down his throat.

Chris was shaking, his knees were trembling, and his fingers went

limp after clenching in Xander"s hair hard enough to hurt. He went

boneless in Xander"s arms as Xander released him and rubbed his cheek

on the tails of Chris"s shirt, but Xander wouldn"t let him.

“I"m gonna fuck you,” he threatened. “I"m gonna strip you, and

take you, and make you scream all over again, you hear me?”

Chris clenched him to his middle again, and whimpered, and

begged. “Please? Oh, God, Xander. I need you… God, I missed you…

just fuck me… need you inside me somehow… don"t care how….”

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Chris"s tux hit the ground, and he toed his way out of his shoes as

Xander stripped everything that was left of his own clothes and then…