Birkoff lay his head on his arms, shuddering. He was close. So close. Declan wasn't far behind him.

Kneeling on the bed, Birkoff struggled to maintain some kind of control, but his breathing grew louder and harsher. Declan loomed over his back, the hard length of his arousal buried deep inside his lover. He reached around him, caressing his lover's groin until Birkoff groaned. Declan kissed the back of his neck, his lips warm and moist at his nape.

Birkoff turned his head so he could meet Declan's mouth, and they kissed awkwardly but heatedly. Declan pushed his hands back and forth across Birkoff's back, slamming into the cheeks of his butt again and again.

Ready to climax, Declan whispered into Birkoff's ear, "Can I come inside you?"

Birkoff's mouth worked, his own climax dangerously close. "Oh, God, yes, come inside me."

Declan grabbed his lover's cock in both hands and stroked him, helping him towards completion. The feel of him so silky wet with his body's natural lubricant, his hands nearly slipped. Birkoff felt Declan's hot breath on his neck, and suddenly, something even hotter pulsed within him.

The feel of Declan's climax drove Birkoff higher, and he fell onto his stomach, gasping as he came. "Oh, fuck, I messed up the sheets," he said with a grin that belied his words.

Rolling over onto his back, he giggled playfully like the young puppy he was, waiting eagerly for Declan to rub his tummy affectionately. "You certainly did," Declan said, pressing his still-wet cock against Birkoff's abdomen.

"I should make you lick up every drop," Declan said mischievously, groaning as he rubbed himself against Birkoff. "Bad puppy."

Declan winked, and Birkoff grinned, evading Declan's mouth when he tried to kiss him. They darted this way and that way for several seconds before finally connecting with a lingering kiss that made both of them breathless.

"You are the most delicious piece of ass I've ever had," Declan whispered.

"Oh, yeah?" Birkoff managed to look quite satisfied with that description despite the unoriginal retort. He smiled peacefully as he threw his head back, stretching. Declan took advantage of Birkoff's feline stretch to fondle the soft length of his former erection.

"Looks like it's gone to sleep."

"Mmm," Birkoff sighed. "Give me five minutes, k?"

Declan grimaced. "I wish I could, Sey," he said as he petted the younger man. "But I've got to go to work."

"Ugh. Work." Birkoff raised himself to a sitting position, very, very reluctantly. His hair was getting longer. It would never reach the lengths of someone like Declan, but it was definitely touching the tops of his shoulders. Declan liked it that way. More to grab onto when he threw himself upon Birkoff's back, to ride him like the unholy steed he became. The affair between him and Declan was still going strong, and no one seemed the wiser. So far.

Declan pried himself away from Birkoff's delicious young body long enough to glance at the clock on the bedside table. He was going to be late.

He rubbed his nose affectionately against Birkoff's chin before planting one last kiss. Birkoff smiled. "Get me a towel and I'll love you forever."

Declan brushed Birkoff's hair back from his face, grazing his cheek with his fingertips. "You already do," he said softly.

Birkoff's dark chocolate eyes gleamed avidly as he ran his hands down Declan's sides. "You're already late. You wanna be later?"

Declan was indeed late to work that day. But he didn't care. He was young. He was in love. He was hopelessly in lust with his young soulmate.

He almost whistled on his way into the mission briefing, but he was cognizant of Section's rules. Rule #1: Never be caught in a cheerful mood. TPTB were automatically suspicious of anyone who smiled. It was like the old saying, if you could smile while you were working, you were either clueless or you were up to something. In Section One, it was usually the latter.

Things were going good for a change. Declan didn't dare hope that they would stay that way, but he was going to live each day as if it were his last on earth. As he turned the corner, he nearly collided with Hillinger. Same smirk, different day.

Hillinger wasn't dumb enough to play games with Declan anymore. He was waiting for Birkoff to arrive. He could still torment him. A little. If Declan wasn't anywhere in sight. Not that he knew about their relationship. Even if he suspected, he wouldn't dare voice it to either of them. He had no intention of dying young.

Declan continued on to the mission briefing, barely giving Hillinger a cursory glance. As for Hillinger, he waited impatiently for his prey.

Birkoff kept his head down as he entered Comm, hoping not to make eye contact with Hillinger for once. But no such luck. Hillinger was like a dog with a bone. A particularly tasty bone.

"Hey, Birkoff!" he called. His brows knitted a furrow in his forehead. "Hey, do you suppose it's a coincidence that Birkoff rhymes with jerkoff?"

Birkoff rolled his eyes. He was too happy to get aggravated by Hillinger. Sex before breakfast had that effect on him.

"Bite me, Greggie," Birkoff commented dryly.

"Oohh, I would if I could, Sey-mour," Hillinger taunted.

Birkoff calmly flipped him the bird and sat down at his monitor. Adjusting his headset, he smiled to himself. Declan would be back in a few hours. If the mission went as planned.

Declan stifled a yawn behind his hand, but Operations caught the end of his gesture. "Are we keeping you up, McLaren?"

Declan merely stared blankly at Operations. It was too easy. Operations always gave up too easily. He had never been able to outwait Michael, and now, he could not outwait his successor.

Operations raised an eyebrow at Declan. He couldn't say he disliked him. But he always suspected that Declan had something to hide. Like Michael. Eventually Michael did reveal what he was hiding. A desire to escape Section One and live a normal life on the outside. With Nikita.

He would find out what it was someday. It was inevitable. Section always won. It had to.

The mission went as planned. Declan returned to Section One none the worse for wear. He stopped by Comm to see how long Birkoff had until the end of his tour, resting a hand on the back of Birkoff's chair.

Birkoff didn't even have to look up to see who it was. He knew Declan's step. He sensed Declan's proximity to his body in much the same way as any animal knew its mate. But he didn't dare show any particular attention to Declan, or Hillinger would have a field day.

"Are the missions backed up?" Declan asked, fishing for intel on the length of time he might have to wait.

"No, this one is almost done, and then—" Birkoff caught himself before he said, "I'm outta here." Heaving a longsuffering sigh, Birkoff glanced at Hillinger, who was watching the two of them with far too much interest.

"I need to use the bathroom," Birkoff finished lamely, wishing he had Declan's gift for language. Declan was a born storyteller, always full of wonderful embellishments that added so much to the story. But only when he was around him. The rest of the time, Declan acted pretty much like Michael had. Terse. Enigmatic. Cryptic.

Declan stifled an urge to laugh. Now *there* was an interesting excuse to leave. "Perhaps you ought to take care of that, then," Declan said helpfully. Birkoff's dark eyes rebuked him even as Hillinger chortled openly.

Birkoff finished tapping in the last set of instructions to the current mission, and minutes later, it was over. The mission. The waiting. Everything.

Birkoff was so eager to leave, he anxiously pulled his headset from his ear and walked away, calling `bye' to Hillinger from at least ten feet away. Declan stood there, knowing it would not look good if he were to follow Birkoff immediately. This was the part of their relationship that drove Declan crazy.

He wanted to be able to talk to Birkoff out in the open. Oh, he didn't expect Section to sanction their relationship. In fact, if Section ever found out, it would probably go down hard for both of them. He knew the risks. They both did. It was worth it.

About five minutes later, Declan casually strolled out of Comm and headed for the elevators. Pressing the button, he descended to the sub-basement level. Down, down he went, deep into the bowels of Section One. Finally, he was there. A seldom-used hallway. Dim, even dark, some would say. He had Birkoff to thank for discovering this place. It was a long-forgotten hole in Section's surveillance net. Birkoff was hellbent on making sure it stayed that way.

Declan turned the corner and stepped directly into the shadows. Birkoff was waiting. Declan's leather creaked as he wrapped his arms around his lover and found his mouth. Claiming his lips possessively, Declan whispered hoarsely, "God, I've been waiting all day long to do that."

Birkoff opened his mouth under Declan's, his tongue moistly seeking its counterpart. "Mmm, you taste pretty good for being out six hours."

Declan slid his hand between Birkoff's legs and Birkoff stepped back, opening his legs for Declan's access. Now Declan was pressing him against the wall. Neither one of them could see a thing in the darkness that surrounded them. But that was what protected them from discovery.

Birkoff's breath caught in his throat as Declan ran his hands along the inside of Birkoff's thighs. Kneeling before Birkoff, Declan pulled on Birkoff's pants, hearing the rasp of the zipper as it slid open. His cock freed, Birkoff leaned back against the wall, looking down at Declan, though he could not see him.

Moments later, he felt Declan's mouth on the most tender part of his skin. "Oh!" Birkoff groaned, unconsciously thrusting his hips forward. "God, you make me so hot."

Declan stroked the hard length of his lover's cock, feeling the wetness at the tip, indicating just how excited Birkoff really was. Birkoff bit his lip, trying not to jiggle restlessly under Declan's moist caresses.

Declan reached one hand up Birkoff's body, pushing his shirt up to the nipple line, stroking his nearly hairless chest.

Birkoff whimpered meaningfully, and Declan smiled. "You're gonna come for me, aren't you, puppy?"

Declan teased Birkoff by running his tongue up and down the length of his erection. He licked the end of Birkoff's cock, but his hands held Birkoff's hands in place, so he could neither touch him nor himself. All he could do was move slightly by pushing his hips back and forth.

"Dec…lan…" Birkoff whispered, biting his lip to keep from moaning too loudly.

Declan moved his head in rhythm with his lover's hips, knowing that the end was imminent. "Go ahead, puppy, come for me," Declan whispered back. "You want to, don't you?"

"Oh, God…"

Birkoff's tortured breathing grew more and more erratic. He gasped, he shuddered, and finally he shook, his mouth opening involuntarily. "Fuck," he exclaimed, knowing it was going to be over sooner than he wanted.

"Fuck me," Declan said in a deep, dark voice that blended with the shadows surrounding them.

Birkoff almost stopped breathing for a moment, his forehead clenching in fierce concentration as he climaxed inside Declan's mouth. Declan drank him, drank his love, as it poured like molten honey down his throat.

Birkoff's shivery groans made Declan ache. He wanted to bury himself deep inside his lover, but this was not the place to remove one's clothes. What they were doing was dangerous enough.

His eyes suddenly awash in tears, Birkoff felt for Declan's long red hair. "That was…amazing."

Hearing the tears in his lover's voice, Declan frowned. "Sey? Are you crying, puppy?"

Birkoff's hands clenched around a stray lock of Declan's hair, his face smoothing itself out into a beatific expression. "Not really."

"I was just thinking…"

"About what, Sey?"

"How much I love you."

Declan tenderly ministered to his lover until he secured his clothing, then he stood up, sliding his hands along the sides of Birkoff's slender frame. Searching for him in the dark, Declan felt his way into the achingly sweet kiss that followed.

Their love was forbidden. Any love was hard put to survive within Section's confines. But their love…was forbidden.

They both knew it.

Neither one could stop it.

Declan wrapped his arms around Birkoff, watching him sleep, listening to him breathe. He’d become so important to him in such a short time. "I love you, puppy," he whispered against his ear, and Birkoff smiled in his sleep, his features softening as his body relaxed against Declan.

They rarely had the chance to sleep together in bed the entire night. Either Declan was out on a mission or Birkoff was in Comm. Even on nights they were both on downtime, it was difficult for them to arrange. Birkoff was paranoid about someone becoming suspicious of them spending too much time together and rightly so.

In Section, no one was who they seemed. A best friend could report you and keep right on walking as they threw you into the White Room.

Hence, their stolen moments in the sub-basement, clandestine meetings, furtive glances, and surreptitious kisses. No one could know. The idea of being separated from Birkoff now made Declan’s heart ache.

"I’m never going to let you go, Sey. They’d have to drag me away from you and even then, I’d better be dead, or I swear, I’d find a way to be with you," Declan vowed in a husky whisper.

Declan sighed. Being able to hold his lover this way was such a luxury. He didn’t dare waste such a moment on sleep.

Morning came all too soon. Declan and Birkoff stood at his door, facing each other for the last time before they would go their separate ways for the day. Declan’s hand trembled as he tried not to stroke his lover’s face. Birkoff bit his lip, struggling not to kiss Declan again.

They might have stood there all day, but for the intervention of an operative passing by. It was no one they knew, but both of them held their breath as the operative strode by with heavy booted feet.

"You’d better go, then," said Declan.

"Yeah."

Birkoff turned first and started to walk away slowly, hearing Declan’s whispered, "Be good, puppy," over his shoulder.

"I will," Birkoff said to himself, wiping a tear from his eye as he moved further down the hall.

On his way to Comm, Birkoff reflected on his life. How could things be so good and yet so bad all at the same time? The good? One word. Declan. He had never dreamed of being loved by anyone the way that Declan loved him. Oh, Declan never said so in so many words, but Birkoff knew that Declan loved him as deeply as he loved Declan.

The bad? Being forced to say goodbye to him every day, never knowing which day might be his last. Knowing that if Declan never came back from a mission one day, he would be unable to share his grief with anyone. Knowing that having loved someone like Declan, he would never again be satisfied with the crumbs thrown from Section’s table.

He tried to compose himself before he entered the more public areas. It would not do for anyone to report that they saw the head of Comm crying in the hallway for no apparent reason.

"I know I am going to regret this deeply, but…" Operations scowled at Declan before continuing.

"I have business that can’t wait at Center." Operations sighed. "As the most senior operative in One, I am giving you command while I’m away."

Declan didn’t show a trace of emotion. "How long will you be away?"

"No longer than I have to, McLaren, that’s for damn sure."

After forcing himself into a more relaxed posture, Declan regarded Operations with a blank look, his storm-grey eyes glinting with a light that belied the look. "If you don’t trust me, sir, do you mind me asking why you’re putting me in charge?"

"McLaren, I don’t trust anyone, least of all you. But if you’ve got someone you don’t trust, you don’t hide them away where you can’t see what they’re doing. You put them in plain sight where they’re most visible and you make them responsible for as much as possible. Think you’re up to the challenge?"

"Yes, sir," Declan snapped tersely, a warning implicit in his suddenly hot silver gaze.

"Good," Operations drawled. "Let’s see how you do."

Declan wasn’t worried about Madeline. Madeline was his champion. She would make a good second-in-command for however long Operations would be away.

The more important question was: how was Birkoff going to take this news, and where did it leave their relationship?

Declan stood in the observation deck, unable to resist looking through the huge tinted windows to survey the world he now ruled. This would be heady stuff to anyone else. But to Declan, it merely complicated his life.

He wanted Birkoff to share this with him. Would it seem totally out of character for him to summon him to the aerie here?

"Sey…" he whispered under his breath, seeking his lover out amongst the Section personnel in Comm.

He pressed a button, activating the comlink. "Birkoff!" he barked convincingly. "Get your ass up here!"

Birkoff looked up at the observation deck, seeing his lover’s black leather-clad body silhouetted against the tinted windows overlooking Section. While the others were commiserating about his misfortune in being singled out for the new Operations’ obvious wrath, Birkoff simply smiled.

"On my way," he sent back via the intercom.

He whistled all the way there.

Declan turned to face the incoming visitor, an austere look on his face.

The operatives in Comm watched the observation deck avidly, especially Hillinger. Hillinger chortled out loud, gleefully contemplating what kind of trouble Birkoff might be in, never dreaming that nothing could be further from the truth.

"Puppy!" Declan exclaimed softly.

Birkoff blinked. He wasn’t about to move unless he was told. He’d been in Section way too long to be unwary of anything out of the ordinary.

Declan moved towards Birkoff, and Birkoff automatically backed up, glancing meaningfully at the tinted windows. Declan looked puzzled, then the light dawned.

"Ohh…do you know how—?"

Did he know how? Birkoff was better informed than anyone else in Section. Never mind that the observation deck was not his usual territory. He walked over to the remote and clicked the button. Fade to black.

The windows darkened, Birkoff turned back to face Declan. He raised an eyebrow, glancing significantly at the door. Declan slowly walked to the door and locked it.

Birkoff grinned, but before they could celebrate, there was one more thing. Surveillance. Birkoff couldn’t order anyone to cut surveillance on the observation deck cams without raising a great deal of suspicion. Unless, of course, everyone was convinced that Declan meant to kill Birkoff. Himself.

But he could manually disable their sensors. With a few deft keystrokes here and there, Birkoff made certain that no one, but no one could eavesdrop on the deck.

"Wow," Birkoff commented, a crooked smile in place. "Some set-up, huh?"

"You could say that."

Declan moved closer to Birkoff, and this time, Birkoff did not back up. Their eyes met, seconds before their mouths did. Declan wound his hands through Birkoff’s hair, pulling him against his body. Clamping a hand on either side of Birkoff’s face, Declan kissed him, again and again, nearly breathless with excitement.

"Will you let me make love to you here?" Declan breathed against his lover’s mouth.

Birkoff’s eyes grew huge. "Wouldn’t that be fucking dangerous?"

Declan’s eyes flickered mysteriously, something hidden in their depths. "Wouldn’t it be fucking exciting?"

Birkoff whistled low under his breath. "I’m in love with a crazy man."

"Yeah," Declan admitted, kissing him soundly on the lips. "What the hell’s the sense in having all this power if I can’t use it?"

Birkoff shook his head, his dark eyes dancing playfully. "I don’t think this one’s covered in the manual, Declan."

"Fuck the manual, Sey." Declan ran his hands under Birkoff’s shirt, his fingers grasping at his nipples. Birkoff sighed with pleasure and not a little excitement.

Declan slid his tongue into Birkoff’s ear, his sharp white teeth nipping gently at his skin. "I say we fuck Section," he whispered.

"Literally?" Birkoff chuckled.

Declan licked his mouth, his silver-grey eyes hot on Birkoff’s face. "Hell, yeah."

Pulling at Birkoff’s shirt to remove it as quickly as possible, Declan tried to slow himself down, but just the idea of what they were contemplating was so arousing, it was somewhat unreal.

As for Birkoff, he submitted willingly to whatever Declan wanted to do to him, but he didn’t even need the added arousal of making love in the deck. Just seeing Declan standing before him in his mission blacks, knowing he was betraying his Section persona, even by being there with him, made him unbearably hard.

Before they proceeded any further, however, Birkoff wanted to know where TPTB were. "Operations is safely away at Center. For days." Declan kissed Birkoff’s cheek, mouthing the soft skin near his hairline.

"And Madeline?"

"Maddy’s on my side."

"For now. Madeline’s on her own side, Declan. You should never forget that."

Declan looked startled. He had never considered the real possibility of Madeline betraying him. Not that she actually knew what he was doing. On Section time, no less.

"Let’s take care of that," Declan said. Releasing Birkoff from his tight embrace, Declan contacted Madeline.

"Yes?" came Madeline’s seemingly friendly voice.

"I don’t want to be disturbed for about an hour. Can you handle things for me?" Declan asked coolly, never betraying a single frisson of the excitement that even now shivered up and down his spine. He trailed a hand over Birkoff’s hair, and Birkoff turned his head so he could kiss Declan’s palm.

"Of course." If Madeline was surprised by his request, she never said so.

Declan didn’t care whether she thought he had suddenly lost his ambition or not. A man had to have his priorities. The job wasn’t everything.

He cut the intercom with one finger as he leaned against Birkoff’s willing young body.

"Let’s fuck Section."

Declan pulled off his black leather jacket and threw it to the floor. Birkoff bit his lip and looked askance at Declan’s gesture. "We’re really going to do this?" he asked.

In answer, Declan pulled his long red hair loose from its leather thong and shook his head, causing his hair to explode into a veritable riot of scarlet around his face.

"Oooh," Birkoff exhaled deeply. He loved Declan’s hair. It was incredibly long, thick and curly, yet silky smooth to the touch. Birkoff loved to run his fingers through it, especially when they made love. Sometimes he thought he would expire when Declan draped his hair over his chest, the ends tantalizing his nipples into a hardness echoed only by his lower body.

Declan opened his shirt and pulled it out of his pants, leaving it loose to flap around his body. "God, you’re beautiful."

Birkoff’s tone surprised Declan. Not so much awe, but sadness. He was sure tears were not far away, though he couldn’t imagine why.

"What is it, puppy?" Declan asked tenderly, reaching out to stroke Birkoff’s face.

"It’s just that…" Birkoff turned away, his body language suggesting that he was trying to make himself invisible.

"What?" Declan frowned. He didn’t like to see Birkoff unhappy. He desperately hoped that he didn’t cry. His tears broke Declan’s heart.

"You’re so beautiful, Dec," Birkoff whispered. "What the hell are you doing with somebody like me?"

Declan looked puzzled. "I dunno what you mean, puppy."

Birkoff sniffed, and Declan saw that he was indeed tearful. "Sey, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I’m not trying to force you into anything, sweetheart."

"I know."

"Sey…" Declan felt like crying himself. They had precious little time together, and now, they were wasting it. Who knew when this moment would come again for them?

"In the first place…I’m not fucking beautiful." Declan sounded almost angry, but he wasn’t. He was frustrated. He loved Birkoff, dammit, and he simply couldn’t see why Birkoff placed a lower value on himself, especially in relation to Declan.

"You are," Birkoff countered.

"Shut up," Declan said with a sob, his pale grey eyes turning dark, like the skies before a terrible thunderstorm. "If I have to believe that I’m beautiful, just because you say I am, why won’t you believe that I think *you’re* beautiful, just because I say you are?"

"Cause I’m not." Birkoff’s lower lip trembled dangerously.

"You are, if I fucking say so, puppy. Come here, dammit." Declan’s eyes turned tragic for a moment as he waited for his lover to acknowledge what he said.

"I said, come here," he pleaded, never taking his eyes off Birkoff’s face.

Birkoff took a step toward Declan, and Declan did the rest. He pulled Birkoff into a tight embrace, burying his face against his lover’s neck. "Do you have any idea how much I love you, my sweet puppy?" He kissed his mouth, splaying his hands across Birkoff’s cheeks as he stared desperately into those dark eyes that haunted his nights.

Declan’s breath came in fits and starts against Birkoff’s skin, and for a moment, Birkoff feared he was crying. He never meant to hurt Declan. Never.

Rocking him in his arms, Declan swayed from side to side, soothing Birkoff’s anxiety and laying his own insecurity to rest. "I love you so much…I would fucking die for you," he said hoarsely.

He saw Birkoff’s huge bittersweet chocolate eyes widen even further. "I’m never letting you go, Sey. So you might as well get used to it. You’re stuck with me. Forever."

"You would give me forever, Declan?" Now Birkoff sounded in awe of him.

"Aye," Declan vowed solemnly. "What’ll you give me?"

"My heart and soul, if you’ll take them," Birkoff promised, his expression equally grave.

"Done." Declan brushed Birkoff’s shaggy hair away from his face, pressing a kiss to forehead, temple, and cheek.

Declan took off his shirt and stood bare-chested, looking out over the common area. He had discovered something intriguing about the observation deck windows. There was another button on the remote. A very important button.

That button allowed someone to turn the windows into a two-way mirror. With one click, Declan could see everything that occurred down in Comm and Systems, but no one down there could see him. This was far better than merely fading the windows to black. This was ingenious. He couldn’t wait to experiment with it, and soon, he would know how it felt to be the literal master of all he surveyed.

Declan kicked off his boots and pressed a hand to the snap of his pants. Birkoff’s hand covered his. "Let me," he whispered.

Soon Declan was standing naked before the observation windows, his arousal lying soft against his inner thigh. Birkoff gasped at Declan’s beauty, but now, he was too wise to mention it aloud. Declan could play word games all he liked, and he was good at them, but *he* was by far the more beautiful of the two of them. His hardened thighs looked as though they had been sculpted from marble, but it was the sight of his smooth, firm buttocks that made Birkoff sigh with anticipation.

Birkoff began unbuttoning his own shirt, and Declan merely watched, a bemused smile curving his lips. As he stepped out of his pants, Birkoff shivered. What they were going to do was both dangerous as well as exciting.

"Are you going to do me? Or am I going to do you?" Birkoff asked hesitantly, not certain which he would actually prefer.

"Let’s do both, at the same time."

Birkoff looked skeptical, but he shouldn’t have been. Declan was nothing if not creative.

Declan leaned forward on his arms, assuming a position that would make it easy for his lover to enter him from behind. He stared out at Section One as Birkoff prepared his sensual assault. Parting Declan’s buttocks, Birkoff gently inserted a well-lubricated finger into his lover. Declan sighed, willing his muscles to relax, but he was impatient. "I need you, puppy. Hurry."

Birkoff bent to Declan’s buttock and kissed it. Seconds later, he nibbled at the same area with his sharp little teeth, driving Declan into a near-frenzy. Removing his finger, Birkoff slid inside Declan’s body with a groan. "You’re so tight, Dec."

Declan rubbed himself, feeling how hard he’d grown in just the last few seconds. Leaning closer to the observation deck window, Declan gasped as Birkoff repeatedly stroked into his body. "Shit, did I teach you how to do that, puppy?"

Birkoff smiled, kissing Declan’s spine, vertebrae by vertebrae, until he reached his nape. Swinging Declan’s hair to the side, Birkoff caressed Declan’s nape, finally leaning forward to kiss him there. His stretch forced him deeper inside Declan’s body, and Declan groaned. "Fuck me."

Birkoff strained to bury his cock even more deeply inside Declan. When he started to climax, he wrapped his arms around Declan’s waist, pulling himself so close, his groin touched the cleft of Declan’s buttocks. "Oh, God, I’m going to come."

"You’d better," Declan commented, backing himself into his lover’s increasingly hard lunges.

Birkoff emptied himself into his lover’s body with a loud moan. Declan’s buttocks quivered under his assault. "Unh, I felt that, puppy."

Birkoff slapped Declan’s buttock playfully as he withdrew from his body. Declan turned around and grinned. "You cheeky little devil, I ought to spank you."

With a wicked smirk, Birkoff said, "Be careful, I might like it."

"If I was the one doing the spanking, I think you would," Declan said, realizing it was probably true.

Declan kissed him fervently, his tongue penetrating Birkoff’s honeyed recesses. "Mmm, I love your mouth."

"My honey mouth?" Birkoff quipped.

"Yeah," Declan said, licking his lover’s lips until he opened his mouth wide. Their tongues dueling with each other, they subconsciously alluded to the act just completed.

"You didn’t come, Declan," Birkoff said with a frown.

"My turn. You bad puppy. I might just have to leap on those tender young bones of yours and teach you something new."

"Please," Birkoff whimpered.