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now.
Panting, groaning, Dent thought he was going to shake apart, to burst.
Bertoli opened the table beneath his ass.  There. There. So strong. And you can let go
now.
 I can t. He couldn t. He was caught inside, trapped. Scared.  Help me.
 Always, my dear. One of Bertoli s fingers slid against his hole, stroking the tightly
clenched skin. Then, without warning, Bertoli bent and swallowed his cock, sucking strongly.
His hips jerked, water flowing from him, tears sliding from his eyes. Bertoli continued
sucking him, tongue playing across the tip of his cock before slowly pulling off. He shuddered
and shook, reaching for his lover, his Bertoli, eyes squeezed shut.
The long, gaunt body pressed against him, Bertoli accepting his embrace and returning it.
 So strong, my dear. You fill me with such pride.
Dent buried his face in Bertoli s throat, relaxing, resting, letting the scent and warmth
there soothe him.
 What will you have as your reward? Bertoli asked him.  For doing so well, for being so
brave?
 I & I don t know. All he wanted was peace. However, just then his stomach growled,
loudly enough to hear, to make them both chuckle.  I m hungry. He hadn t been hungry in
weeks.
 Then we shall find our way to the kitchens and eat. Bertoli helped him up and took his
hand, leading him from the room as if it were just another day. Their fingers twined together,
squeezing a little.
Yeah. Yeah, he could eat.
* * * * * *
Lutrell felt good. They d talked and done a scene together. Granted, a very basic scene
and Dent had been unable to handle being cuffed, but it had been a scene nonetheless. And
perhaps more importantly, Dent had used his safeword and it had stopped. He had been heard,
acknowledged, listened to. Not forced, not ignored, not left without recourse.
And then, he d eaten.
The sleeping had come, but after all that, Lutrell thought it was less hiding and more
plain exhaustion. It had been such a full couple of hours after days and weeks of little but
slumber.
He let Dent sleep nearly twelve hours before deciding he would wake his lover. It was
time that Dent spent more time awake. It was time for him to continue facing the demons and put
them behind him.
Dent was curled in the center of the bed, the grey tone of the man s skin just beginning to
return to normal, still too pale but not sickly. He sat and reached, stroking Dent s arm softly.
 Time to wake up, my dear.
Dent s eyebrows lowered, but Lutrell took it as a positive sign that Dent didn t jerk
awake in a panic. He leaned in and licked at the skin beneath Dent s ear, pleased that it tasted
like Dent and not like something foreign, not like sickness.  I know you don t want to, but I ve
slept as much as I can and I m bored and I m selfish and want you awake.
Dent hummed, almost smiled. Oh. A ticklish spot. How utterly charming.
He licked again, using just the tip of his tongue, then blew gently.  Wake for me, my
dear. Don t leave me all alone.
That earned him a chuckle, Dent murmuring his name.
He giggled, himself. How could he not after hearing Dent s laughter?  I love the way you
sound in happiness, my dear. I will earn as many laughs from you as I can.
Dent turned toward him, tugged him into a quick, hard embrace, the touch fleeting but
freely offered. Oh. It was just such honest, earnest touches that had made him fall in love with
Dent in the first place. How wonderful to know he had not lost them.
Lutrell blinked, feeling suddenly quite emotional.  Come now, my dear. Time to be
awake.
 Pushy, pushy. Those eyes opened, met his.  I slept hard.
 I am pushy, yes, and you did sleep hard. Pure sleep, I think, rather than hiding this
time. He smiled, gave Dent a soft kiss.
Dent didn t push into the kiss, but responded, opened to him, let him in. He took the
silent invitation, tongue tasting the inside of Dent s mouth, sliding against the hard, even teeth.
The touches started, petting him, sliding over his skin. Dent had always been generous with
touches, wanting to make love with him. Moaning softly, he pushed into the touches, shifting to
lie on his side facing Dent. Awake didn t necessarily mean out of bed.
 I thought I &  Dent shook his head, lips touching Lutrell s again, fingers sliding down,
counting his ribs.
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