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Full of me. Carefully, he pushed his fingers in further, moving them slowly, turning
them as well as pushing them in and nearly out again.
Yes & Dent stretched, pulling against the bonds, muscles rippling.
He laughed how could he not with so much emotion inside him, his lover full of him
and feeling every little thing? More, Dent. I will fill you more.
There & there is only so far I can stretch.
You can stretch more, he murmured, giggling. I will hold you in my hand. I will. He
spread more lube on his hand and tucked his thumb in, slowly pushing in. This time he did not
play with the sound or do anything else to distract Dent. He wanted his lover to feel this, to
know.
Bertoli. Bertoli, please. Those eyes met his, the beginning of worry blooming there.
He stroked Dent s face with his free hand, smiling at his lover. Shh. Relax, my dear. I
would never push you too far, you know that. Just trust me, my dear, he thought. You need to do
that.
He continued to push.
Dent keened, breath coming fast and shallow, the muscles tight around his knuckles.
He shook his head. No, no, my dear. Relax. Relax. He spoke quietly, free hand sliding
on Dent s skin, gentling his lover. The moment the tight muscles eased, he pushed his hand in.
The sound that rang through the air echoed within him, Dent s cry deep and raw.
Inside you, my dear, he whispered. Joined as no others.
Bertoli. Dent gasped, eyes wide open and staring at him, glazed with tears.
He bent, careful not to jostle the hand he had inside Dent, and kissed his lover gently. I
love you, my dear.
He got a nod, a soft cry, those swollen lips opening for him. The kiss was deep and
intense, and he could lose himself in it. So he pulled away, leaving a last lick on Dent s lips
before turning his attention once again to where his hand was.
Full. Bertoli, I & Dent pulled against the bonds, struggling just a bit.
I know. And you must relax for me. You must trust me. He wriggled his fingers, just a
little. And I will make you fly.
I do & I & It s so big, Bertoli. So much.
It is me. He began to move his hand, his fingers brushing against Dent s gland.
Dent cried out, arms and legs tugging as the man tried to curl toward him.
So beautiful, he murmured, his voice nothing but air. He was nearly as undone as Dent,
his lover so amazing. He continued to move his hand slowly. Just feel, my dear.
Dent had no words left to answer him, just moans and cries, the look in those wide eyes
completely dazed. It was exactly what he wanted. To fill Dent so completely, to take his lover s
trust and offer the most intense pleasure in return.
His own breath panted from him, and his free hand was shaking the tiniest bit as he
reached and twisted the rose-tipped sound.
Dent convulsed, body flushing a deep, dark rose, the climax caught inside, nothing but a
pure rush of sensation that had to flush everything from his Dent. Luttrell swallowed, holding
onto his own orgasm with all he had.
Another, he murmured, hand moving inside Dent, fingers of his other hand playing
with that rose.
I & I & Bertoli & Dent nearly sobbed out his name. Your. Your own. Love. I love
you.
Yes. Yes, my Dent. He pulled the sound out with one smooth move, his hand moving
faster, fingertips hitting Dent s gland with more force. Heat splashed over his hand, Dent s belly,
strings of semen pouring from his lover s body in pulse after pulse. He could feel it around his
fist, Dent s body squeezing him, holding him tighter than anything else ever had.
His own climax hit him by surprise, heat spraying out to hit Dent.
Dent was still on his table, eyes closed, breath slowing, steadying. He leaned his forehead
against Dent s hip, a soft, keening noise coming from him. Dent. Oh, my Dent.
Y & yours. Your own.
Nodding, he moved to kiss Dent s prick, Dent s balls, distracting his lover as he slowly
began to work his hand out.
Dent shivered, whimpered low. No. Not yet.
Luttrell stilled, warmth filling him. Sh. Sh. I ll stay inside you, keep holding you in my
hand.
Yes. Dent relaxed, slumped against the chair, nearly asleep.
He stroked Dent s hair away from his face, gazing into his lover s face. He would do
anything for this man. Anything.
Dent leaned into his touch, sinking deeply into an exhausted sleep, tension dissolved.
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