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'Fuck,’ Charlie hoarsely whispered as he rolled off off Nick. ‘How do you do that?’ he asked breathlessly, using his arm to mop the sweat from his brow.
Out of breath himself, Nick turned his head to look at the vision that was Charles Spring laid in all his resplendent glory beside him. ‘Do what?’
Charlie reach out an arm to gently rub Nick’s blotched chest which had bloomed in red during their effort. ‘You make it feel brand new every single time?’ he asked.
Nick blushed and smiled simultaneously. ‘To be fair I think you need to take half the credit,’ he said with a laugh. ‘There were two of us right?’ he asked with joke concern as he briefly lifted the covers to see is anyone else had made it in to their bedroom and joined in their love making.
Charlie smiled and shook his head. ‘That was all you, Nelson. I just went along for the ride.’
Nick rolled over closer to Charlie and gently kissed him on the head. ‘And ride you did.’ he replied with a wink. ‘I need water.’ he said in a gasp and was half way out of the bed when Charlie grabbed his thigh.
‘Round two?’ he asked with a cherub like face only the Devil himself could wear.
Nicks eyes opened in shock. ‘Already? Are you trying to push me into an early grave? I’m nearly sixty you know. Not like you, all young and buck like. Insatiable.’
‘By a year!’
‘Hey that counts at our age.’ Nick replied but slid his way back into their bed. ‘I’ll only agree on one term.’ he said in mock seriousness.
‘Which is?’ Charlie asked with the most seductive voice he could muster.
‘That I do the riding this time.’
And biting his bottom lip in pure delight and want, Charlie eagerly agreed.