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Lance helped him out with that one by palming his crotch, squeezing and rubbing the swelling that was there.
    Markus groaned and nearly fell on top of him as he struggled out of the T-shirt he wore. He managed to get his arms free, but it was

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    still around his neck when he put his hands down on either side of  Lance’s head. “That doesn’t exactly help.”
    “I know.” Lance started working on the button and fly, and he got  Markus’s jeans open and down his hips with little fuss.
    Markus kicked them off, and when his fingers touched down on  Lance’s belt, he suddenly stopped.
    “What is it?” Lance pushed himself up onto his elbows, and then  looked down at the steel buckle. “It’s not silver or anything,” he said.
    “It’s not that,” Markus said, his bright, golden eyes still looking  down at Lance like he was a meal to be had. “You wouldn’t mind if I
    destroyed these, would you?”
    “What?”
    “Do you have another belt and pair of jeans?”
    It actually took Lance a couple of seconds before he was able to  answer that one. “This is my only belt, but I packed more jeans.”
    “Okay.”
    Markus fumbled with the belt, and actually managed to get it  undone with little effort, but then instead of working on the button  and fly to Lance’s jeans, he grabbed them by the waist in both fists  and yanked back hard.
    The material tore, and not even down the seam either. Markus was
    actually ripping Lance’s clothes off of him in an effort to get between  his legs faster.
    Lance watched the ruined jeans sail across the room, and his lust  intensified. “You’re really strong.”
    Markus grinned at him. “Good in bed, too, but you already know  that.”
    Lance rolled his eyes, and then he shimmied out from under  Markus’s body and reached for the nightstand where he was keeping the lube. He shook around the bottle a little in his fingers.
    “Almost empty,” he said and then went to the bathroom. He came back with one of those little bottles of hair conditioner the motel gave
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    “I think we should use this with it,” Lance said with a grin.
    “We go through the stuff quick,” Markus said.
    Lance did his best to not blush at that comment and was pretty  sure he was failing.
    Markus got to his knees as Lance approached the bed and got  back onto it. He handed Markus the bottles, then leaned in and kissed
    him.
    “I’m sorry I was angry with you.”
    Markus pressed his lips back against Lance’s. He might be an  alpha wolf, but he had the softest lips Lance had ever kissed.
    Markus gently put him down on his back, and Lance eagerly  spread his legs for the other man.
    “Here,” Markus said, lifting Lance’s knee and taking his hand.  “Hold this.”
    Lance did as he was told, and though he couldn’t see it from the position he was in, he could hear the pop of the cap off the little conditioner bottle and the squeeze as Markus poured some into his hand along with the lube.
    At first Markus’s finger’s trailed around his hole, and he shivered with the anticipation. He bit his lips together when Markus pushed his fingertips inside.
    “That’s nice.”
    “I know. Just wait and it’ll get better.”
    Lance was quickly learning that Markus was a little cocky when it  came to his sexuality. That was fine. Markus didn’t seem overly  confident at any rate, and Lance still liked it.
    He groaned a little when Markus pushed his two fingers in and out  of Lance’s hole. He was still a little stretched from all the sex they’d  both had earlier, but the preparation with something similar to lube  was nice.
    “Is it…ah, is it strange that I missed you?” Lance asked.
    Markus took his eyes off the task he was performing and looked
    down at Lance’s face. He had no doubt in his mind that if this was

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