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with need, but he kept himself relaxed around Luke s cock so as
not to prevent him from sinking in even farther. Luke bent and
licked along the line of Conall s jaw and thrust a little deeper, a
little faster than he had been. A thrill of sheer delight ran through
him at the way Conall s body jerked beneath his, the faint growl in
the back of his throat that Luke wouldn t have been able to hear if
he hadn t been so close.
Conall pulled his hands from Luke s body, groped up and
pulled Luke s from his neck. Luke dropped onto his elbows to
keep himself supported, curious as to what Conall wanted.
Conall threaded his fingers through Luke s and clasped their
hands together tightly. Now, lad. His body arched up as Luke
worked himself a little deeper. All the way. You re not
Now.
going to hurt me.
The thought made Luke gasp with a short, breathless laugh.
There were some days where he almost believed the facade of
bravado that Conall put forth, that there was nothing in the world
that could possibly harm him. He was so strong, so sure. Hurting
him was rarely a concern that entered Luke s mind. Some days, it
seemed he d have better chances of injuring a marble sculpture.
It s not that. He nudged a little deeper. Conall s breath
hitched. I like seeing you.
Conall looked curious for a moment, but then he realized what
Luke meant and his expression cleared. He chuckled a little. Well,
look your fill, lad. But be quick about it, won t you?
I ll try. Luke worked one hand free of Conall s grasp and
reached down to curl it around the other man s cock.
Conall s eyes flew wide. His breath hissed out of him like an
explosion. Fuck. He thrust up into Luke s grip. The movement
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drove Luke deeper into him. He gave a long, wild groan.
Luke s hold on his control slipped, watching Conall respond
like that. He drove in harder, sharper quick, short thrusts now,
until his hips were pressed to Conall s and he d taken all of him.
Conall was like a wild thing beneath him, groaning and twisting.
When Luke withdrew almost all the way, so only his head was
still sheathed inside him Conall s eyes flew open. He stared up at
Luke, so intense Luke felt shaken by it. Now, or so help me
Luke thrust forward and cut him off, a long, smooth stroke,
slower than he knew Conall would have liked, but he didn t stop
until he was deep inside him again. He paused at the very end of
the stroke, looking down at him. Conall s chest heaved, but he
didn t protest.
Again, he groaned, straining up against Luke.
Luke couldn t have denied him if he d wanted to. He drew out
again, thrust forward again, less patient this time. Conall s breath
hissed out of him.
Yes. More. Fuck me, Luke. Harder.
Luke leaned his brow on Conall s shoulder and drove into him,
pulled out and drove forward again before Conall even had a
chance to catch his breath. The hand that still held Luke s spasmed
around his fingers, and with the other, he reached up to grab onto
Luke s shoulder. His fingers dug in hard. The slight discomfort of
the pressure only made Luke thrust into him harder.
Conall tightened around him, all at once at the end of a stroke,
so that his muscles were squeezing down all around Luke s cock.
Luke gasped and tried to thrust deeper, unthinking, his head
spinning with how good it felt to be in Conall, to be with him like
this, gasping and sweaty and straining.
He bent, seeking Conall s mouth blindly with his own. His lips
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found Conall s, as easy as breathing, as though they were meant to
be there. Conall s breath was warm in his mouth, and he tasted
faintly of wine, as though he d been drinking earlier. Luke pressed
his mouth to Conall s hard, sucked and bit at his lips, tangled his
tongue with Conall s. He felt every breath Conall took in the
shuddering of his chest beneath him, every swallowed groan or
soft cry. He heard it when Conall tore his mouth away and
breathed, barely audible, Harder. He tightened his hand on
Conall s and obeyed.
There was a rushing of blood in his ears, the pounding beat of
his heart rippling through him like a shockwave. Conall s skin
burned against his. He felt like he was burning, too, like every time
he buried himself in Conall it stoked the flames higher.
He bent again, but they didn t kiss, just gasped against one
another s mouths as their bodies moved together. Conall tugged at
him, another silent demand, Harder. Luke already felt like he
hadn t another drop of strength left in him, like everything he had
he d already offered forth. But Conall was making insistent,
growling sounds against his mouth and he couldn t deny him. He
wanted what Conall wanted, wanted this ferocity, hands gripping
tight and bodies slamming together. Wanted Conall to leave
bruises on him, marks like the one Luke had made on Conall s
collar.
Luke pounded into him until he hadn t breath or strength and
the only thing driving him on was need, pure and bright and
demanding. Conall grabbed at him like it wasn t enough, even that,
like there was no limit to the depths of his hunger. Luke wrapped
his arms around Conall s shoulders and fucked him, hard and fast,
until Conall s eyes shot open wide.
His gaze fixed on Luke as his face washed with something like
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shock, an instant before he jerked beneath Luke and spurted long
jets of semen across his stomach.
Luke couldn t stop, not anymore, not when he could see the
satisfaction of release washing over Conall. His body shuddered,
tight, violent convulsions, and his muscles clamped down around
Luke so hard he couldn t bear it. He clutched Conall s hand tight
and stared down at him, flushed, sweat-streaked, his stomach
sticky with semen and the marks of Luke s touch on every bit of
skin he could see. The mark on his collar was darkening, standing
out from the rest of his skin like a blazon.
Conall followed Luke s gaze down to it. He tipped his chin up,
baring it more fully. His mouth turned up at the corners. I ll wear
it proudly.
Luke shut his eyes and shuddered as the first waves of his
orgasm rolled through him. He gave a final thrust, locked deep,
and poured himself into Conall until it seemed surely there could
be nothing left.
It was long, long moments before Luke stopped twitching. He
had his face pressed hard to Conall s chest, his hair falling down
around him so all he could see was streaks of light and shadow,
and the stretch of Conall s skin beneath his cheek. Conall brought
his arms up to circle around Luke s back, his fingertips dragging
down Luke s spine. Their touch made Luke shiver.
After a few moments, when Luke still hadn t brought himself
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