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When he had first changed from an apprenticeship in mechanics to one in the priesthood, he’d thought it would be safer. Clearly God had made a jest out of that belief. Temar’s fingers continued down to the back of Shan’s hand, tracing the lines of veins. Shan watched.
    Moving slowly and carefully, Temar closed his hand around Shan’s wrist and brought Shan’s hand up to his chest. Shan spread his fingers against the pale chest and looked up into Temar’s blue eyes. After a few seconds, Shan started slowly tracing tiny circles over smooth, soft skin. Temar’s eyes drooped in pleasure, and Shan allowed his hand to wander up the side of Temar’s neck and face. This slow, intimate exploration of another’s body was foreign to him.
    Temar’s eyes slowly opened. “Anything covers a lot of territory.”
    Shan swallowed, his mouth dry as dust. It did cover a lot of territory, but he’d wanted Temar so long, and that want grew stronger the longer he knew Temar. The man’s strength and goodness had survived so much darkness.
    “Anything,” Shan repeated. He could see the desire in the curve of Temar’s neck and his half-closed eyes as Shan ran fingers over his chest, pausing to tease a small, dark nipple. Temar sucked in a harsh breath when Shan pulled at the nipple. Emboldened, Shan moved his hand down and ran his finger along the smooth skin above the waistband of Temar’s pants. Shan had to slow his own breathing and concentrate to get the zipper down.
    Temar’s cock pressed out through the underwear, the tip visible and a tiny spot of moisture like a dark target on the white fabric. “I’m really not sure what I’m doing here,” Shan confessed in a whisper.
    Temar caught his hand and kissed the palm. “I’m not either. But it feels good.”
    “We’re both going to die of blue balls at this rate.” Shan gave a little huff of laughter. Here he was with his first lover after leaving the priesthood, and the man had more experience being abused than sharing intimacies. They were the sunblind leading the sandblind.
    Temar smiled so that little lines gathered at the corners of his eyes. “We aren’t doing bad.” He shifted back, leaving the bed altogether before he moved to the side and sat down. Shan scooted back so that he was all the way on the bed, and in the process, he managed to wiggle out of his pants—more by accident than by intent. Temar watched, his gaze focusing on Shan’s hard cock. “We aren’t doing bad at all,” he repeated, his voice a distracted whisper. He reached over and traced the line of Shan’s jaw with a single finger.
    Tracing the line of the jaw back, Temar slipped his fingers behind Shan’s neck and slowly pulled him close. Yielding to the gentle pressure, Shan leaned forward. Temar gently sucked on Shan’s lip, dull teeth running along the edge, and Shan pressed closer, his cock demanding touch. Rocking his body against Temar, Shan gasped, which allowed Temar’s tongue to slip inside, and suddenly Temar was pressing in, pushing Shan onto his back.
    Shan squirmed and dug his heels into the mattress as he pushed up. Hands scrambled at his underwear, and Shan divided his attention between kissing the sensual mouth that was devouring him and raising his ass so Temar could get them off. Thank God he didn’t wear shoes around the relay station, or they’d have a tangled mess.
    Warm skin pressed down on him, and Shan shivered as he pulled a nude Temar closer. He wasn’t even sure when Temar had shed his pants, and he didn’t care. Shan opened his mouth more, and the kiss grew more frantic. Now Temar was groaning in need as he thrust down into Shan’s body. Fabric tangled around Shan’s legs, and he struggled to kick his shorts free. However, Temar shifted, and Shan was suddenly frozen by the realization that Temar’s hard cock was pressed up against his. He had one second of panicked indecision before Temar wrapped his hand around both their cocks and started thrusting