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    Those with soulmarks usually tried not to discriminate. Mankind wasn’t made to be alone, even if flukes of biology worked against them. The unmarked could shack up with one another and no one would bat an eye. All understandable, neat and tidy.
    Only when that wasn’t enough—when a man without a mark could feel the pull, the ache, the longing for more —
    Maybe some of them did what Nick and Barrett did. Nick had no idea. He wouldn’t know who to ask, even if anyone were willing to tell.
    Their secret. Theirs.
    Nick licked his lips. His teeth kept catching on his tongue, as if it’d gotten too thick for his mouth. It hadn’t. Just to be sure, he flipped himself and his lover over and spread Barrett out beneath him. He checked the tongue for himself against the twin dimples at the small of Barrett’s back where waist met hips in a dip and swell.
    Barrett yelped, surprised but pleased. “What’s gotten into you?”
    “Missed you, that’s all,” Nick said. He guided Barrett more steadily onto his stomach so he could taste those dimples again. “Couldn’t sleep last night, thinking about you.”
    “You’re going to tell me what the hell happened at that game. Just so you know,” Barrett warned as he let Nick manhandle him without complaint. He stretched out beneath the blanketing weight of Nick’s body with a noise like a contented cat and raised his hips just high enough to tempt.
    “I will.” Nick rewarded him with a light slap on one ass cheek. “Later.” He stroked a twin path of fingertip rubs down Barrett’s back, with the slightest bit of a scratch to keep him lively, then spat in his hand and pressed his thumbs deep in the cleft of Barrett’s ass. He braced himself over Barrett, taking all his weight on his left arm to better work with his right hand.
    Funny, really . He really hadn’t meant to start anything except dinner when he’d caught up with Barrett in the kitchen, no matter what Barrett likely imagined. Daniel could come knocking on the door at any moment, for Pete’s sake.
    Just, once he had his hands on the man…
    And he’d thought he’d want it fast and rough. All the way over to the bed, he’d thought so, feverish with the notion of flipping Barrett onto the mattress and pinning him down. Of taking Barrett’s cock in his mouth and sucking him dry, but…
    But now he could have gone fast, somehow he didn’t want to. He’d rather lie atop Barrett, their legs tangled together, Barrett’s body warm and firm beneath him. In this position he could lavish all the attention he wanted on the side and nape of Barrett’s neck and yet keep the man lying mostly submissive by virtue of one leg draped over both of his. He lined his cock up to nudge between Barrett’s parted thighs and stroked shallowly between them to bump beneath the heavy fullness of Barrett’s softly furred sac.
    “Like that?” he asked by Barrett’s ear as he curled two fingers deep inside and stroked. “Good that way? Or more?”
    Barrett hissed between his teeth and struggled to raise himself on his arms. Nick moved with him as he canted his hips and widened the stretch of his legs, inviting Nick to slide beneath them. He moved as slowly as Nick, as if moving languidly through warm golden syrup, or waking from a nap on a cloudless summer afternoon, but with definite intent. He turned to look over his shoulder. At the odd angle, Nick couldn’t see much more than Barrett’s profile, but he got the message loud and clear in the parting of Barrett’s lips and the heavy, dark heat in the gleam of his eye.
    More .
    Nick pressed his mouth to the back of Barrett’s neck and licked up the salt-sweetness of the skin there. His cock surged, almost slipping in his hand, and his hips took over from there with a rough jolt that jarred them both forward.
    “Again,” Barrett demanded, rolling his shoulders in a shimmy that undulated clear down the length of his back and on through his legs. He pushed against