Rémy repeated “I love you,” in an endless litany. Ian soaked up Rémy’s love like a sponge. He reveled in the idea that Rémy really wanted him, a man who was no one special from Queens. The mating knot loosened, and Rémy was able to pull out.
Rémy licked his shoulder. Ian was surprised. His ass ached more than his shoulder did, but he couldn’t wait to do it again. Rémy fell down on top of Ian’s chest, and Ian relaxed his knees. They lay in each other’s arms for a few moments.
“I’m moving to the side so I don’t crush you.” He took Ian’s head between his hands and kissed him mercilessly. Ian’s lips were the color of ripe cherries from Rémy’s kisses. Rémy held him and told him over and over how beautiful he was and how much he loved him.
Ian said, “I love you too, Rémy. More than I ever thought possible.” They both fell into a light dose.
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