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"Fuck," Zach said, dropping his hands on the bed by Caleb's head, counting on Caleb's flexibility as he bent him in half. He began to move his hips, starting slowly but picking up the pace as Caleb's moans got louder. They moved together, picking up a good rhythm pretty quickly.

Zach didn't know how long it was before he was slamming into Caleb, his headboard hitting the wall on each thrust. Caleb was urging him on and Zach was sweating, his thighs trembling with the effort to keep up the pace.