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"Are we on the clock?" Anthony stretched luxuriantly, arching his back. His toes flexed and curled against the soft quilt he lay on. "You realize you don't have to stop what you're doing. I could go on like this for hours. Your hands..."
Clay skated his fingers up Anthony's slender legs and grinned, his smile made for doing wicked things in the dark. "I want to know. Everything he did, I want to do better. Come on. Teach me. Or don't you think I can learn?"
"You're already one hundred percent above his standards."
Clay chuckled. God, he loved teasing Toni. The game never got old. Besides, he had a certain standard to meet. "Oh, no, not good enough," he chided. "I have to be at least twice the man he was. Go on. Tell me what he did after that."
"He kissed me." Anthony tilted his head up. Clay moved with the flexing of his body and balanced above the man. He brought his mouth down to Anthony's, brushing lips across lips in a gentle, feather light touch. Anthony moaned softly when Clay's tongue flickered out, too briefly, he knew, to be satisfying. "More."
Anthony reached for Clay, angling for a kiss. The scent of Anthony, already growing aroused, spicy cologne and some woodsy body powder and man was a heady aphrodisiac to Clay's nose. It'd been a long, long time since he'd been with anyone who appreciated him the way Toni did.
Grinning to himself, Clay combed his fingers through Anthony's hair. "This is beautiful," he said, tangling the strands and then separating them out. "Sunshine color. The way the sun looks on rainy days when it's just coming out from behind the clouds."
Anthony lickedhis lips. "I'm a bottle blond."
"Oh?" Clay raised an eyebrow. "Do I get to find out for sure?"
"Play your cards right."
"What next, then? Keep on telling me. I have a memory to erase."
"Big, strong man."
"You bet. Go on."