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ling, the sweat
running over the dark skin, darker by far than his own. He embraced
Julian with all his strength, burying his own face in the warm skin
at his neck, fondling it with his tongue, tasting the salty sweat.
Rings of damp hair brushed his own face, and he felt Julian tighten
around him in response to what he knew he was feeling, to what Rala
himself had felt many times, what he had given others, men and women,
many times.
Steadying himself against what he too was feeling, he leaned back and
braced his arms and, with care so that Julian would yet remain in his
Lady, Rala flexed his strong legs, jounced his hips, and tossed the
other man's body very slightly upward. Were it not for his Lady's
grip on the chain of his collar, Julian would have fallen back and
away, oblivious. As it was, Yui Aragaki had to reach forward and grasp his
slim upper arms to keep him from toppling. Rala tossed him again at
a nod from her, and his own eyes closed as he felt the other man
clutch and tighten at him, as he felt his round buttocks drive down
onto him. Julian's astonishment was beyond moaning; he could only
inhale slowly, shudderingly. His Lady ran one hand over his chest
and neck, caressing his skin, drinking in the sight of him stretched
and shining, being b
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