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his hips
forward, pushing his cock all the way inside Brett.
    “Oh fuck,” Brett gasped again. “Yes!”
    He was already shaking under Leo, blinking
very fast and licking his lips. Leo leaned down for a quick kiss,
then pulled back, almost all the way out—and slammed back in.
    The rhythm Leo established was as fast-paced
and unforgiving as his mouth and tongue had been earlier. As Brett
clung to the sheets with both hands and he let Leo fold his body in
two and fuck him hard enough that Brett could have sworn he could
taste it, his cock hardened again on his stomach. Each press of
Leo’s dick against his prostate sent liquid fire pulsing through
his veins, and it wasn’t long before he was moaning continuously.
His eyelids felt heavy, and he wanted to screw his eyes shut,
wanted to feel and nothing more, but Leo’s gaze remained focused on
Brett, demanding his complete attention as Leo continued to pound
into his ass.
    Leo never breathed unless he was close to
coming, and his harsh panting, a caress against Brett’s sweat-slick
skin, only pushed Brett closer to his own pleasure.
    Without thinking, Brett arched his throat,
offering it along with his blood to Leo’s mouth. He screwed his
eyes shut as he waited for the bite, his entire body tensing,
pleasure coiling beneath the surface of his skin everywhere Leo’s
flesh was touching his, hands gripping his hips, chest pressing
against his, cock sliding inside him as sweetly, as strongly as
Leo’s mouth when it brushed a kiss to his throat. The bite was
quick; Brett came hard, splattering semen over Leo’s chest before
he was even aware of the pain.
    Leo didn’t take much blood at all; he never
did. His lips were crimson when he raised his head. He arched it
back as he buried himself inside Brett. He came with a groan that
reverberated through Brett, causing him to shiver against Leo when
he collapsed on top of Brett. Humming quietly, he closed his arms
around Leo’s back, holding him in place even though his weight was
a little uncomfortable. Leo’s mouth returned to the bite marks as
though drawn to a beacon, and he licked the two puncture wounds,
each slow, sensuous slide of his tongue drawing shivers from
Brett.
    Brett wished they could have stayed there
forever, in that cocoon of warmth and contentment, but the more he
tried not to think of Lisa, the faster his disappointment was
returning, chasing away his afterglow. Leo must have noticed Brett
was beginning to tense up beneath him, because he rolled over onto
his side and gave Brett an indulgent smile, the same smile he
always offered when telling Brett he worried too much. Usually,
though, it was when Brett worried about the club, not about
Lisa.
    “All right.” Leo pressed a peck to his lips
before he slipped out of bed. “Here’s the plan.” He pulled clothes
from his dresser, glancing back over his shoulder, and said, “You
get something to eat. Then you get dressed, and you come find us.
We’ll probably be dancing.”
    He stood there, clothes in one hand, the
other scratching idly at the come drying on his chest, a
conspiratorial grin on his lips, looking absolutely certain that
everything would go exactly the way he wanted. Brett wished he
could have been as sure.
    “And then what?” Brett asked, sitting up
gingerly.
    A small shrug wasn’t all that reassuring.
“We’ll take it from there. Everything will go fine, you’ll
see.”
    Leo flashed him a smile before leaving the
bedroom. Lying back with his hands linked behind his head, Brett
listened to the water running in the bathroom. Part of him wanted
to join Leo for that quick shower; another part could only worry
about all that had happened so far—and what was yet to come. Leo’s
confidence was fine and dandy, but that was also his natural state;
Brett had yet to find something Leo could worry about for more than
a few moments. It could have made things difficult between them,
but instead they seemed to balance each other out. Brett