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Storm resisted. “That doesn’t mean you should be doing that,” he said, his tone partly scolding. “You’re a fast healer, but you’re still recovering from a shot with a silver bullet.”

“Yeah, I was shot.” John stared up into the face of his lover. “And I’m grateful you decided to take care of me.”

“I owe you―”

“You don’t owe me shit,” John insisted. “Don’t try and trick yourself into thinking that you only did it because you had to. I know you care more than that.”

When Storm didn’t say anything, John knew he’d won. He’d just wished the other man would admit to it.

Until then, there was something he wanted taken care of.

“Now, I was shot and nearly killed. I know exactly what I want right now.”

This time he did manage to get Storm halfway onto the bed before the next protest came. “Your leg―”

John captured his lips in a gentle kiss. They were plump and tasted perfectly of everything that John had ever wanted. The act also cut off everything else Storm had been about to say.

“Just go slow. We’ll be careful,” John said. He put his hands into Storm’s hair as the other man straddled his hips, bringing their mouths together again.

There was no way Storm could deny any longer that he wanted this, too. John felt the way his cock became thick as he sat on his lap.

Storm was so careful to keep most of his weight on the right side of John’s hips, not only to keep himself from touching John’s bandaged bullet wound, but to also keep as much weight as possible off of it.

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gently into his mouth. He’d never taken this sort of care with kissing before. He was going to have to remind himself to do it like this more often.

His dick was already throbbing for attention. He hadn’t been joking around when he’d said he wanted this. There was something about recovering from a near-death experience that made him want to have sex with his mate, to come inside him and mark the man as his again and again.

Storm loved him. John just had to get him to admit to it.

Because it hadn’t been that long when they’d last been together, it was simply a matter of John reaching down and around with his fingers to find and stretch Storm’s asshole.

Storm pressed his ass against John’s fingers. He wanted it just as much as John did, it seemed.

He was still loose from earlier, and he could probably handle it without anything to ease the way, but John wanted to use the last of the conditioner he'd brought with him.

“You still have the bag?” he asked.

Storm blinked down at him, coming out of the haze of pleasure that having John's fingers in his ass had put him under.

“Yes. Why?” he asked.

“Get it. There should still be that little bottle of conditioner inside.”

Storm’s jaw dropped, then his brows came down as he frowned.

“Were you making plans on having sex while we were traveling?”

“Maybe,” John said, unable to help the grin that spread over his face. “I'm a Boy Scout like that. Seriously, grab it out of the bag so I can get inside of you.”

He accented his words by thrusting his fingers up farther inside of Storm’s ass. The man shuddered, his eye popping wide, before he climbed off of John to do as he said.

He brought back the small bottle, shaking his head at the sight of it before handing it to John and getting back into position. They were Hunted and on the Run

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both too eager to put this off any longer.

John put some of the condition into his hand and stroked his dick.

He couldn’t help but moan when he touched himself.

“You’re beautiful when you do that,” Storm told him.

John put more of the slick stuff onto his hand and returned his fingers to Storm’s pucker. The other man closed his eye and slowly rode up and down on John’s fingers, keeping his balance by resting his hands on his shoulders.

John stared at him. “Thinking the exact same thing.”

Storm blushed. John didn’t think he’d ever seen the man do that before.

He kissed him again, pulling his fingers out of Storm’s hole and grabbing him by the hips. John shifted him up just a little farther, and taking hold of his slick cock once more, he lined it up with Storm’s asshole.

Storm eagerly let himself sink down onto it, his face twisting and mouth opening with pleasure.

“That’s nice,” he said.

John couldn’t agree more. “Ride me.”

Storm did. With his hands on John’s shoulders, and John’s hands on Storm’s hips, they fell into a nice rhythm together. The slow pace they kept it at was torture and bliss all rolled into one. Before, John would have been happy to have as many orgasms as he could. He was the sort of guy who could bring himself off in the shower more than once and think nothing of it.

Now, as his pleasure built and he forced himself to hold back because of his injury, and Storm refused to hump against him any quicker for that same reason, he knew what he was missing.

Sex was an entirely different matter compared to just using his own hand, but still, the next time it was just him by himself, he was going to have to take his time and enjoy it, rather than speed through toward the end like he always did.

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John by the back of the neck and pulled his head up until their mouths were coming together hard and fast, entirely different from what was going on with their hips.

The slick slide of Storm’s tongue against his was what set