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gabi_fics, on the occasion of her birthday.
Saddle
With a grin, Zeke reaches out to his boy. "Need a hand?"
Casey snorts. "I think I've got it." Setting his grip, he pulls himself up and over.
"Whoa," Zeke laughs, grabbing Casey's wrist as he nearly overbalances. "Watch out."
A soft laugh. "Kinda frisky," Casey murmurs.
"Stallions are like that," Zeke answers, and licks his lips.
"Yeah?" Casey says. He leans down, pressing with his knees to keep in place, feeling strong hot muscles twitching beneath them, and kisses Zeke. "Never ridden another one, you know."
"I better not hear otherwise," Zeke answers softly. "Okay, come on." Casey straightens up. "Got your balance?" Casey nods. Looking up at him, Zeke feels the urge to sigh. "You are so fucking sexy right now," he almost groans.
"If I am, it's 'cause of you," Casey tells him, his eyes intent and eager.
"Babe," Zeke whispers, and then slaps him on the thigh. "Come on, let's see what you've got."
In response he gets a wicked grin as Casey leans forward and, grabbing a fistful of mane, bears down and slams into the saddle. Zeke throws his head back, bucking up into the air at the sense of tight, gripping heat, and with a shudder and a cry, they take off.
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gabi_fics, on the occasion of her birthday. Saddle
With a grin, Zeke reaches out to his boy. "Need a hand?"
Casey snorts. "I think I've got it." Setting his grip, he pulls himself up and over.
"Whoa," Zeke laughs, grabbing Casey's wrist as he nearly overbalances. "Watch out."
A soft laugh. "Kinda frisky," Casey murmurs.
"Stallions are like that," Zeke answers, and licks his lips.
"Yeah?" Casey says. He leans down, pressing with his knees to keep in place, feeling strong hot muscles twitching beneath them, and kisses Zeke. "Never ridden another one, you know."
"I better not hear otherwise," Zeke answers softly. "Okay, come on." Casey straightens up. "Got your balance?" Casey nods. Looking up at him, Zeke feels the urge to sigh. "You are so fucking sexy right now," he almost groans.
"If I am, it's 'cause of you," Casey tells him, his eyes intent and eager.
"Babe," Zeke whispers, and then slaps him on the thigh. "Come on, let's see what you've got."
In response he gets a wicked grin as Casey leans forward and, grabbing a fistful of mane, bears down and slams into the saddle. Zeke throws his head back, bucking up into the air at the sense of tight, gripping heat, and with a shudder and a cry, they take off.
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