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His breath rasping against Brentt’s shoulder, he drove in one final time, emptying himself into the man, the release as exquisite as the taste of his blood. Sarachan. For the first time, Brentt heard Sarachan breathe. The hands that found their way to his waist we soft but insistent, and they pulled his shirt from his trousers, tugging it over his head, nails scraping his skin just slightly.
