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tongue could slip in and out, wetting him, opening him right up. Thumbs digging into his ass
cheeks, Gen worked him relentlessly, never letting him down for a moment.
Dale forgot how to think, how to breathe, how to do anything but move and feel and ride the
waves that shook him. en started to moan, the sounds moving right into the core of him, making
him tremble. So good. Then Gen's mouth moved, leaving him gasping as Gen sucked at the head
of his cock.
"Gen. Gen. I. I can't..." His hips bucked like he was on an eight-second ride, his belly tight as a
board.
That mouth popped right off him, leaving his cock wet and aching. "You can, and you will. I
would have you, caro. Inside you. Wait for me."
He reached down, gripped the base of his cock good and hard, knees drawing up as his whole
goddamn body throbbed, wanting to come.
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"Good. Oh, good. That's it." It didn't help one bit when Gen's fingers stroked his at the base of
his cock, moving over his hands and his balls.
"Never needed no one like this." Not ever. Not even once.
"No. Only you." Then Gen was slipping up, pushing between his legs, cock prodding at his wet
hole, just sliding right inside him like nothing doing. Just like that.
His breath huffed right out of him, his eyes popping open. Dale reached out, hands landing on
Gen's arms, encouraging him down, closer. Giving him what he needed, Gen leaned down and
kissed him, their skin rubbing together all along their bodies. That cock spread him unbearably,
making him moan and thrash.
Gen's kiss sent him flying, and his fingers dug into Gen's arms. He squeezed down, feeling every
inch, every fucking millimeter of Gen inside him.
That mouth smashed down on his, bruising his lips, and Gen's hips moved, humping hard into
him. Dale could feel that sweet cock throbbing, feel it growing, knew Gen was getting close. His
fucking heart stopped, all his focus on his prick and ass, spunk spreading between them, spraying
over their skin.
Gen's head snapped back, those blue-green eyes going hugely wide as hot come filled him, Gen
crying out loud and long. That whole lean body convulsed before Gen finally relaxed, slumping
down on him.
Dale just held on, rocking Gen a little, holding tight. Shit. Gen was. Damn.
Just damn.
"Mmm. Grazie, Dale. For our dance." Gen said it softly, breath barely stirring on his skin.
"Anytime, darlin', I swear it. You just let me know." He kissed Gen's temple, humming low.
"I'll let you know in perhaps a half hour," Gen said, words slurring. "After a nap."
He chuckled, stroked the curve of Gen's ass. "And a snack. I know you."
"So... predictable." Light snores sounded, Gen dropping right off to sleep.
No, he didn't think so. Not predictable. He just knew Gen now.
He just knew.
Chapter Seven
Weeks.
They had had three blissful weeks together on the coast. Gen had shown Dale where he grew up,
had taken him to the beach and watched him play. It had been simply marvelous.
Sadly, now Dale was talking about going home. As if he would allow that. He would simply
have to make Dale see that his place was right at Gen's side, no matter where that was.
"No, no, Lorenzo," he said into the phone, watching Dale pace about his study, touching this and
that, restless as a man could be. "I need those figures by noon. Si. Grazie. I can always count on
you."
He rung off, standing and wandering over to touch Dale's back. "Shall we go to the beach,
amato?"
"Surely." Dale leaned back toward the touch, gave him a warm smile. "You got the business
done you needed to?"
"I did. Are you all right, caro?" Dale's skin felt warm and good when he pushed up the sweater
and put his hand on the small of Dale's back.
"Yeah. Just trying to get my mind back to studying and working again. I've gotten lazy and spoilt
rotten."
"I would hardly say you have been lazy." No, indeed. They had been most industrious.
Dale's eyes lit up, the grin sudden and infectious. "No? You sure? I'd hate to get back on the
stage and have lost my ability to ride."
Gen frowned. "I assure you, you have not. But must you go back to work there?" It did not...
how would Dale say? Sit well with him.
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