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way, and then the
    fingers pressed in again, farther this time. Ian was just getting into the slow in and out stretch of
    penetration when Cal bent a knuckle.
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    The dolphin/sea monkey squeal had nothing on the noise Ian made then, his whole body
    stretching and snapping like an elastic band. "Fuck!"
    "Getting there," Cal whispered, crooking his fingers again while sliding in a third.
    And that was it. There was no possible way Ian could take any more. Fumbling with shaking
    fingers, he slipped the lube and condom out of the drawer and into Cal's hand. He hissed and
    froze when Cal clamped down on his hand, the grip just this side of painful, then slid the lube
    out, kissing into Ian's palm and along each finger.
    "Ian... God, I've... I've wanted this... you have no idea." The lube opened, snick and slurp. Cal coated himself first, so it was already warm when he worked it into Ian, one finger, then more,
    Cal's mouth sliding up his back the way it came, a vertebra at a time, until his tongue tickled
    Ian's ear lobe. Ian could tell by the way his Adam's apple was jumping against Ian's neck that he
    was trying to say something. Thrumming and impatient, Ian pressed back against Cal's cock,
    then froze when it breached the outermost ring.
    There was no dignified way to be that needy. He didn't even try to keep his head from falling
    back onto Cal's shoulder, begging. "Go ahead. Now. I wanna feel you." Everything froze but
    their breath and pounding blood. "Please."
    Ian's chest shook, a long exhale shuddering the forearm Cal had flexed around him, holding him
    upright, Ian's own arms pinned down against his sides so the pounding of their hearts
    reverberated through every limb. He and Cal were slick and wrapped up in each other, hyper-
    aware of the static crackling between them, the only thing that could fit. Cal nodded and pressed
    in.
    Ian was sure he left bruises in Cal's thigh muscles when his hands clenched along with
    everything else, arching away without meaning to. Cal paused, and Ian had never felt anything
    like the wave after wave of pleasure-pain-ache that radiated through every nerve ending. He
    couldn't help biting his lip, holding his breath despite Cal's soothing whispers in his ear.
    "Don't..." A panting breath. "Don't stop. Please."
    Cal kissed him once, just a touch of lips to Ian's ear lobe, then slid in just as slowly as he'd done
    everything else so far, one long thrust all the way.
    Ian felt like Cal went on forever, but once they were flush against each other, the pain radiating
    upward started to slide back down, a warm, massaging flow His breath went out along with it,
    and on the inhale he rolled his hips, just a little. He couldn't believe how good it felt to be all
    wrapped up, blown away that he could feel safe and protected but wide open and vulnerable in
    the same instant. If there was ever any doubt... "Do it."
    Ian didn't know what to expect, braced for something rough, a punishing rhythm to make him
    grateful he'd never hung anything on the wall behind his headboard. Instead, Cal folded inward,
    one arm around Ian's chest, the other down across his stomach, fingers curling around Ian's cock.
    He set a rhythm more like the ebb of waves along a beach than sex. Long strokes, power and
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    intensity, achingly slow, tender without being soft, aware without being cautious. Harder, longer,
    deeper, higher. Cal's voice in Ian's ear, lips at his throat. The tide came in, building on the crest
    of every rolling wave, higher and higher until Cal's stubbled jaw pushed into the crook of Ian's
    neck on the leading edge of a muffled grunt. "God!" Lightning struck and both their heads
    snapped back, gasping together toward the ceiling. "God, nhgh, nghhh, uh, aaaaaahgh."
    Exhausted and loose, with every nerve in his body trying to zing out through the ends of his hair,
    Ian collapsed into Cal and they fell back, Cal below and Ian above, just a mess of limbs and
    sheets and sticky.
    In his