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           Holyfuck—please!I’mscreaminginside…Andasthenumberofvoicesinthechoralpieceincreases,sodoeshispace,infinitesimally,he’ssocontrolled…sointimewiththemusic.AndIcannolongerbearit.

           “Please,”Ibeg,andinoneswiftmove,helowersmebackontothebed,andhe’slyingontopofme,hishandsonthebedbesidemybreastsashesupportshisweight,andhethrustsintome.Asthemusicreachesitsclimax,Ifall…free-fall…intothemostintense,agonizingorgasmIhaveeverhad,andChristianfollowsme…thrustinghardintomethreemoretimes…finallystilling,thencollapsingontopofme.

           Asmyconsciousnessreturnsfromwhereverit’sbeen,Christianpullsoutofme.Themusichasstopped,andIcanfeelhimstretchacrossmybodyasheundoesthecuffonmyrightwrist.Igroanasmyhandisfreed.Hequicklyfreesmyotherhand,gentlypullsthemaskfrommyeyes,andremovestheearbuds.Iblinkinthedimsoftlightandstareupintohisintensegraygaze.

           “Hi,”hemurmurs.

           “Hi,yourself,”Ibreatheshylybackathim.Hislipsquirkupintoasmile,andheleansdownandkissesmesoftly.

           “Welldone,you,”hewhispers.“Turnover.”

           Holyfuck—what’shegoingtodonow?Hiseyessoften.

           “I’mjustgoingtorubyourshoulders.”

           “Oh…okay.”

           Irollstifflyontomyfront.Iamsotired.Christiansitsastridemeandstartstomassagemyshoulders.Igroanloudly—hehassuchstrong,knowingfingers.Leaningdown,hekissesmyhead.

           “Whatwasthatmusic?”Imumblealmostinarticulately.