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February 14th, 1945. Valentine's Day. Mutual pleasure enveloped them. Tom lost all reason whenever you gripped his hips and penetrated him without pity. The phone on the nightstand buzzed. 'What do you want?' Tom growled, voice trembling, fists tightening the sheets as the thrusts intensified. 'Mattheo, I'm... occupied.' He repressed a gasp; the abdominal pressure and shuddering legs blurred his sight. 'you!' he muttered furiously, uncaring if Matt heard. 'Matt,' he began, but his voice cracked as the mobile was snatched away. Tom turned his head toward you, but a forceful thrust jarred him, burying his face in the pillows to muffle a deafening moan.