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    it was all self-explanatory. And it kind of helped that he knew what it felt like.
    Bit’s head started thrashing back and forth on the mattress. His fingers white-knuckled the bottom sheet. He writhed and moaned, making Chay feel like a king.
    He could feel every moan Keaton made. Could hear Bit’s heartbeat, his rapid breathing. Chay became more and more aroused by the minute. Watching Keaton was such a turn on he ached. His prick leaked against the bed and he moved his own hips trying to get relief.
    “Chay, I…I…gonna come. I…I…” Keaton’s head came off the bed again, his eyes pleading.
    Chay didn’t relent, he sucked harder. He wanted Bit to come. He needed to know what his mate tasted like.
    It didn’t take long. Keaton arched his back and a ragged groan tore from his lips as he spilled himself down Chay’s throat.
    The salty taste washed over Chay’s tongue, surprising him. But he didn’t stop. He continued to work Bit’s prick, taking all he had. He didn’t stop until Bit relaxed back onto the bed. By then he was too damned needy, he let go of the still semi-erect dick in his mouth and crawled up Bit’s body, straddling his hips. He grabbed his own cock and pumped.
    For some strange reason he had this insatiable need to come on Bit, to mark him as his own. He had no idea where such a primal thought came from, but it made him even hotter.
    Keaton’s eyes shot open, he moaned and reached out to Chay.
    Chay lost it. His back arched. He managed to stroke himself once more then he came. He stared into Bit’s eyes. Semen splashed over Chay’s hand and Bit’s stomach. Chay suppressed the urge to rub it in and dropped forward, one hand still wrapped around his cock, the other supporting himself beside Bit’s head. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Fuck. Waking up with this man in his bed every day was going to kill him.
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    But what a way to go.
    His breath finally evened out. Keaton pulled at him, making him lay down, half on top of Bit, half on the bed.
    Bit kissed his jaw.
    He wasn’t sure, but he thought he heard, “Thank you, Chay.” He was about to tell Bit it was his pleasure when…
    “Uh, Bit.”
    “Yeah.”
    “Your dog is chewing on my big toe.”
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Chapter Eight
    Keaton finished making the bed, turned out the light and left the bedroom. He didn’t mind cleaning, it had never been his favorite thing, but if it kept Chay happy… Chay was a bit of a neat freak.
    Keaton was particular about how his laundry was done, so other than cooking, the living arrangements had been fairly smooth sailing.
    He’d moved in a week after Chay had asked him to. It hadn’t been that big a deal because he’d only signed a three-month lease and all the furniture had been rented with the apartment. He wasn’t out any money—except for the two months rent left on the apartment—and moving had been pretty simple.
    The bad news was he and Chay hated to cook. Which wasn’t good, because they ended up waiting around until both of them were starving to death before either would go make something for dinner. So far, dinner consisted of cold cuts, ordering pizza or leftover pizza from the night before.
    He was trying to talk Chay into taking a cooking class, but thus far Chay was still holding out. The man had put the pizza place on speed dial in response to Keaton’s suggestion. He wondered how hard it would be to teach the dog to cook? The pup was smart, he was housebroken already. If they could just get the beast to sleep in his bed instead of theirs…
    Oooh bed. He liked bedtime. They hadn’t actually had sex, as in intercourse yet. They kept getting distracted and too aroused to get to that point, but they sure had done a lot of dry humping and jerking off.
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    Keaton shivered and bent to get a scoop of laundry detergent.
    Thinking about Chay and sex made him hard. He dumped the cup of detergent into the washing machine and closed the lid. He grinned, wondering where Chay was and how much time they had before they were supposed to leave. Tonight was their first full moon together.
    Keaton couldn’t wait to go hunting with his mate.
    A warm set of lips settled on the back of his neck and two arms engulfed him. One wrapped around his chest, pulling him back against a hard muscular chest,