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"You'll have to work for both of us tonight," Cal whispered, hinting at his helplessness.

"I want to pay off my debts soon," Liam replied.

He pulled back and caught Cal's cock with his hot lips and caressed it diligently, wetting it liberally with his saliva. Without much emphasis on the caressing, he pulled himself up and put an organ full of uncontrollable strength and confidence against his entrance.

With some effort, the man gently and unhurriedly began to thrust himself against the merciless instrument. Cal was overexcited and his size seemed to Liam even larger than before.

He barely managed to insert only part of the head and experienced rasping pain. Because of the irregularity of their intimacy, his entrance wasn't stretched enough, and Cal was, as luck would have it, highly aroused.

Taking a deep breath in and out, Liam pressed his cock with all his might, and it burst sharply inside, causing Liam to shriek in pain and unintentionally rest his hands on Cal's chest.

The man gave a restrained gasp of sharp pain and, looking at each other, they laughed.

Liam carefully moved his hands away from the purple stains on Cal's skin and focused on the well-forgotten feeling of fullness. Cal inside him pulsed in time with his pulse.

"You're very big," Liam remarked, smiling.

"I'm sorry, are you in pain?"

"It will pass soon," Liam closed his eyes.

He lifted himself, feeling like he was giving birth to a hydrant, but overcoming his panic, he sank back down. He heard a stifled groan in response, and it encouraged him to keep torturing his body. After walking a few hills and ravines, he managed to become accustomed enough to make the movements smooth and assertive.

Cal pulled Liam's palms off the bed and, intertwining his fingers with his, created a handhold for Liam. Supported by these flexible supports, Liam was able to straighten his back and suddenly felt a new sensation inside him. He squatted down and began vigorously absorbing and releasing Cal's weapon. The man beneath him panted rhythmically, letting out hoarse moans.

And then Liam remembered how long it took for Cal to cum! The sudden realization sent shivers down his spine... The only way to help him was to squeeze him tighter and move furiously. With all his strength he never stopped for a moment and worked hard at his duty. Sweat trickled down his back and chest, his fingers slipping in his clinging grip.

Cal was tensely immersed in his sensations. Liam was afraid of cumming and losing his ability to move, so he cooled himself by ordering him to wait. But the outrageously pleasurable feeling inside him was inexorably bringing his shameful outpouring closer.

Clenching his teeth, he resisted with the last of his strength to the tears in his eyes, but his body treacherously trembled and arched out, spilling over Cal's stomach and forcing his toes to clench the sheet to whiteness.

Like cancer at that moment, Cal bent one leg at the knee and caught Liam from behind, keeping him from falling. Very deeply and relaxed, taking Cal into himself, Liam lay on his lap, held by the man's arms. Tears of happiness and resentment rolled down his face and he closed his eyes, trying to gather his thoughts.

"I'm sorry, I did it," he whispered without opening his eyes.

"Its ok, rest," Cal replied, stroking his wet palms with his thumbs.

Inside him, he felt Cal's insistent throbbing, each heartbeat echoing through Liam, keeping him on his toes. Driven by himself and this hungry monster, Liam tried to assume his previous position, but it didn't work: the bed was soft and Liam lacked a footing.

"Could you sit up and lean against the headboard?" Liam asked.

"Yes, of course, what are you up to?" The man asked cautiously assuming a sitting position.

Liam helped him recline comfortably on the cushions and it worked perfectly, sinking Cal into him as he held on to the high headboard of the sturdily made bed.

Using the crossbar as leverage and support, Liam became more frantic and confident, and Cal soon could no longer hold back his moans. With his free hands, he could caress Liam as much as he wanted, giving him pleasure.

"Wh.what.are.you.doing?" Liam found it hard to say a whole phrase at a time.

"Enjoying you, of course," Cal replied, twisting his nipple.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Liam groaned.

"I want to hear that sound more often, what do I do?" he began to massage and squeeze Liam's buttocks and then moved to his cock.

"Mn! Stooooop!" Liam began to resist the caresses, not wanting to cum again.

"You talk a lot, kiss me," Cal said and pulled Liam by the neck toward him.

Powerfully invading his moist mouth he made Liam forget his objections and give himself to him completely. Weaving with his tongue, then gently kissing the sensitive skin at the corner of his mouth, he made the man lose his head in obsession.

Meanwhile, his deft hand gently carried Liam's dormant cock into a dance of passion. He mooed something through the kisses, but could no longer openly resist. Touching his chest Cal made Liam's sluggish interest awaken. Exposure to sensitive nipples was always a sure-fire way to go.

Somehow Liam was once again the main object of their efforts; he was simultaneously enjoying the caresses on the outside and the insistent persuasion on the inside. He was beginning to be blurted out again in an overabundance of feelings. Without ceasing to moan, he thrust furiously against Cal in pursuit of his climax.

Fingers digging into his slippery shoulders, Liam completely lost his head with desire. Suddenly the strings inside trembled and a lingering pleasure spread through his body as if every cell was opening with a small spring flower. He froze at the pinnacle of bliss, wanting it to last as long as possible.

He stared up at the ceiling, his eyes wide, not even breathing until the last drops of pleasure dripped onto Cal's arm and groin.

"You've squeezed everything out of me," Liam whispered, "and how are we supposed to keep... uh, wait... what is..."

He looked back and felt rather than saw something drain out of him, and Cal gently slipped down. He looked at the man in amazement, but he was lying back on his pillows, his eyes closed.

"You were trying so hard, you didn't see me cum," Cal finally said.

"What?" cried out Liam with surprise and joy, he couldn't believe his happiness.

He had once heard that this was what happened when partners adjusted well to each other, but it was still almost an accident. Having experienced a synchronized orgasm for the first time, Liam was reveling in the thought as if he'd found a treasure trove.

His moist skin was gradually cooling and his breathing was coming back to normal. He looked down and realized that they both badly needed a bath. Gently lowering himself to the floor, Liam staggered a little.

"I feel like I'm taking my first riding lesson," he joked with an effort to bring his legs together, "but are you okay?"

Cal lowered his hand and gently traced the inside of his thigh from knee to groin, squeezing his buttock a little.

"Keeping up the mischief?" Liam guffawed happily.

"Crumbs..."

"Huh?" Liam didn't understand.

Cal remembered with half-closed eyes:

"Remember that one time you brought me my favorite cream bun, and I ate it almost in your lap..."

"Well, um... I remember I was very angry then."

"The crumbs were falling on your stomach and your thighs, and I wanted to touch you..."

Liam stared at him as if he'd found out that his high school unrequited love wasn't unrequited at all. He swallowed the barbs bursting out and asked:

"Why didn't you touch me?"

"Would you have let me?" Cal asked, slowly opening his eyes.

"I've put up with a lot of your shenanigans, who knows..." He shrugged.

"Liam," Cal's eyes focused intently on his face, "answer me a question."

Liam wrapped up his shirt and stared at Cal.

"Since when do you have feelings for me?"

The man grinned back a little sadly.

"Do you want to know how much time we've lost...?"

"That long...?" Cal asked grimly.

Liam shrugged again and sat down on the edge of the bed. He carefully smoothed out the folds on Cal's blanket.

"We haven't talked about the past before, have we?" he said quietly.

"No," Cal answered, bewildered.

"Everything that's happened to us has been a series of coincidences like we weren't in control of our lives."

"Maybe..."

"I don't want that anymore," Liam crumpled up the perfectly smooth blanket.

"What are you talking about," Cal fretted.

"I want us to be connected in life and death."

The tone and expression on Liam's face frightened Cal a little. Who knows what he had in mind and trying to gently tease out his intention, Cal asked:

"Do you know a way to do it?"

"Uh-huh."

"What would it take to do that?"

"For you to get better first."

Liam looked at him affectionately and stood up.

Cal followed him with his gaze. Moving around the room in just his shirt, Liam looked so gentle and vulnerable that Cal wanted to get well soon and pounce on him. Liam lit the fire and put the water on, while at the same time scooping up some ready-made broth for Cal.

"You drink some, too," Cal insisted, "you could use some."