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Ryan’s face was transformed again by pleasure, his eyes foggy and dark. His voice was breathy now, shaped by the union of their bodies. He held perfectly still for a moment, panting and staring down at Alex’s face. Neither of them said anything for a long moment.

Then Alex picked his head up and looked back at Ryan.

The look that passed between them was almost enough to make Evie come again, though she didn’t dare move or breathe.

Then, very slowly, Ryan shifted his hips slightly. Alex’s face contorted a bit, but he didn’t look away. Their eyes remained locked together, brilliant and jeweled. Nothing else in the world but the two of them. He shifted his hips again, a very slow, gentle rocking until he drew himself out, almost entirely, and thrust forward, drawing a moan of pleasure from Alex.

“You fucking bastard,” Alex said, voice breathy. His hair was disheveled, cheeks pink. “You’re drunk.”

Ryan leaned forward, lowering his face toward Alex’s. “Not nearly drunk enough.” His big beautiful hand came around Alex’s chin and he turned suddenly and looked at Evie. “Look at her. She’s watching you get fucked like a bitch.”

Evie felt her face sting with a blush, but still she didn’t dare move or speak, except to meet Alex’s eyes. He stared at her, the same angry expression simmering on his face that had been there since Ryan had thrown him down on the bed. He said nothing, and held Evie’s gaze until Ryan thrust into him again. Then, his eyes closed and he clenched his teeth again and moaned, rolling his own hips into the mattress below him.

“Not how you pictured it, is it?” Ryan said, watching his face with such an intense intimacy that Evie nearly looked away. “But you want it anyway, don’t you? You want me tostuff my cock in your ass until you come all over yourself like a fucking schoolboy.”

Alex chose to say nothing, and seemed instead to be giving himself over to the tension of pleasure and pain as Ryan began to fuck him with a slow, but steady rhythm that drew more and more intense puffs of air from both of them.

“Fucking Christ,” Ryan said in a voice diluted by his breath. “You feel so fucking good.”

This drew a particularly sharp moan from Alex, who briefly turned his head to press his face into the mattress, before laying his head back down on his ear. Watching his beautiful features contort with pleasure and discomfort was beyond fascinating and intensely sensual. All control gone, all dignity, all composure.

He was fucking gorgeous.

Ryan, overcome by pleasure, abandoned all pretenses and all composure, as well. He rested forward on his elbows and rested his face against Alex’s, lips smearing against his cheek in a raw sketch of a kiss. The moans that Alex let loose as Ryan fucked him became richer, more sensual, and from deeper within him.

“God,” Alex said, writhing beneath him. “Oh my god. That is so fucking good.”

Ryan tucked an arm under his shoulders, holding him tightly in place while he fucked him with increasing intensity. Face pressed against the side of Alex’s head.

Both of their bodies moving in tandem. Pleasure washing everything away on Alex’s face. Ryan wearing analmost identical expression. Deep, strange intimacy in the way Ryan held him, clashing with the violence with which he clutched at him and rammed his cock inside of him. Such gorgeous sensuality, the way Ryan moved, moaned, breathed. There was an earthiness to him that lent to that sensuality, a guileless sexuality that boiled off of him wherever he went, that allowed him to throw himself totally into his sexual encounters with no self-consciousness or reservations about his body or his partner’s. It was absolutely intoxicating.

Alex came first, releasing with a low cry and a series of moans, eyes fluttering closed as his face was filled with nothing but rapture.

Ryan wrapped his hand around Alex’s throat and hunched his back, looking for all the world like a ferocious beast attacking him while he fucked into him, driving toward his own completion, the air punctuated by the slap of skin against skin and both men moaning, panting–

Ryan finished, leaning into Alex, thrusting one, two, three times and then coming to a halt. They both stayed like that for a long time, panting. Alex kept his eyes closed, looking for all the world as serene as if he had gone to sleep. Ryan stared down at him for a long moment, hands planted on either side of him, expression unreadable.

Alex opened his eyes suddenly and looked up at Ryan, eyelids heavy and cheeks still flushed from pleasure.

They stared at each other for another stretch, something tense and throbbing passing between them.

Then, without a word, Ryan drew himself out of Alex and stood up, tucking himself back into his trousers. He glanced at Evie and, to her surprise, caught a strand of her hair between his fingers as he walked by. He disappeared down the stairs as quickly as he had appeared, leaving her and Alex alone in the bedroom together.

Alex lay where he was, eyes closed again, drawing deep, heavy breaths. Evie lay next to him, her back cramping from how she was sprawled on the bed, but she didn’t dare to move, and still hardly dared to breathe.

After what seemed like an eternity, Alex finally moved, as if waking from a spell. He pushed himself up without looking at her and pulled his trousers up. His gestures were deliberate, smooth. Working steadily at regaining his dignity and his composure. Try as he might, though, his hair remained tousled, and his cheeks remained pink. The effect was quite charming.

“Were you in France, too?” she asked suddenly, head leaning into her hand. The tension in the room was more than she could bear. What she just witnessed was well beyond her understanding, and wrestling it was proving to be too heavy, too exhausting. Changing the topic entirely seemed the best course of action.

Alex looked at her, and for a moment she thought he might be angry with her for speaking to him. But instead he laughed, a sound of real mirth as if she had said something funny, and reached out to run a finger along her bottom lip.“No, Dolly. I have better sense than to stick my neck out for the greater good. I don'tbelieve in it."

This didn't surprise her but it was still unsettling to hear. "What do you believe in then?"

He turned to look at her, the corner of his mouth quirked into a tired smile, a post-coital glow hanging around him like a halo. One of his hands drew fingers down the side of her face.

“You look so beautiful with your lips swollen from sucking his cock,” he said, blue eyes staring at her mouth with a look of hungry admiration.

The desire to ask him what the hell had just happened hovered on her lips, but she didn’t dare. Instead, she said, “Do you believe in anything?”

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