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Joey didn’t need to explain. Ethan opened his mouth, and Joey rested the head of his cock on Ethan’s lower lip. Ethan wanted to lick it, but he stayed still, eyes fixed on Joey, awaiting orders. Joey’s mouth curved.

“Good. Lick.”

Ethan did, almost groaning with the taste that exploded over his tongue. He always loved the slightly musky taste and smell of his partners, especially if they’d just woken up. Sleep musk, he called it. The name might catch on one day.

His eyelids fluttered closed as his tongue lapped and licked and laved the head. Then Joey slid further inside, and Ethan moaned. He tugged on the cuffs, wanting to touch Joey, wanting to pull him closer, but he couldn’t. He could’ve lifted his head, but where was the fun in that?

Joey slid deeper and deeper until he touched the back of Ethan’s throat. Ethan had been expecting it, so he didn’t gag, and he loved it. Being held in place with the cuffs while Joey gave him enough cock to stop his breathing was everything he ever imagined it could be.

Maybe he enjoyed breath play a little more than he realised.

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Chapter 6

Joey

Watching the dilation of Ethan’s eyes was a wonder Joey would never tire of. He focused fully on the man, wanting to push away any encroaching thoughts about what had happened the previous evening. Despite Joey’s size, Ethan didn’t gag, which was a heady experience. Tears brimmed along his eyelashes, spilling over whenever he blinked, but Ethan kept steady while Joey used his mouth for his pleasure.

“Fuck! You’re so good. Taking what I’m giving you like you were born for it,” he murmured as he thrust and withdrew into the warm cavern. With gritted teeth, he pulled himself free and shuffled down Ethan’s body until they were face-to-face again. Joey wiped away Ethan’s tears. “Fucking perfect.”

Ethan’s nostrils flared as he regained his breathing, only for Joey to take it again with a hard and deep kiss. Joey closed his eyes, concentrating on the feel of Ethan’s tongue against his, battling for a dominance Ethan wouldn’t win. The cuffs rattled against the bed, and Joey softened the kiss, gently pulling back.

“Ready for more?”

Ethan groaned and rolled his hips against Joey’s body. “Yes, please.”

Joey wasted no time, prepping him as quickly as he could so Ethan would only feel pleasure when Joey entered. He rolled on a condom and slicked it, resting his cock against Ethan’s entrance. Meeting Ethan’s gaze, he pressed forward ever so slowly, keeping eye contact the entire time. Ethan’s mouth gaped as Joey slid deeper. From the corner of his eye, he watched the flush cover Ethan’s chest and wanted to press his lips there to see if it was as warm as it looked.

Fully seated, he paused for a few seconds before withdrawing and sliding deep again. He did it a few times, then picked up his speed. Pleasure tingled down his spine, pooling in his groin. He stopped and panted, Ethan contracting around him even before his orgasm found him. Joey hooked his arms under Ethan’s legs and leaned down, resting his hands on the bed beside Ethan’s chest.

“You look fucking amazing like this.”

“Please, Sir! Please! I’m so close!” Sweat dripped down Ethan’s temples into his hairline, and he bit his bottom lip, writhing beneath Joey.

Joey didn’t reply. He held Ethan steady, withdrew and slammed back in, drawing a litany of chanted words from Ethan’s mouth. Joey pounded into him, chasing the ultimate pleasure. The slap of skin on skin, the words falling from Ethan and the sight before him sent Joey soaring faster than he’d ever come before. He kept his rhythm even as his mind blanked and Ethan contracted around him, finding his own release. Finally, he held himself deep and groaned through the last twitches of his orgasm before panting against Ethan’s chest. He released Ethan’s legs but, otherwise, kept his position, pressing his lips against Ethan’s sweat-slicked skin.

“Sorry,” he said. “I usually last longer than that.” Any other time, he would’ve felt bad about it, but he knew Ethan had climaxed, so that was the main thing.

“Sorry? Jeez. If you do any better, I’ll probably not survive it.”

The cuffs rattled, and Joey lifted his head. Wincing, he pulled free from Ethan’s channel and threw the condom into the bin by the bed. He reached up and pried open Ethan’s hand, where it had clutched at the key so tightly it had left an imprint in his palm. Joey unlocked the cuffs and massaged Ethan’s wrists to get the blood flowing again.

“Ah, pins and needles.” Ethan groaned, flexing his fingers.

“Sorry. Maybe you were in that position too long.”

Ethan shook his head, even as he grimaced. “No. It was perfect.”

“Let me get a cloth.”

Joey rose from the bed and wet a flannel in the bathroom, returning to clean Ethan’s stomach, cock and hole. The pucker twitched and made Joey want another go at it, but he didn’t want to push Ethan too hard.

“Thanks,” Ethan said once Joey finished cleaning him. “Get back in here so we can watch that movie.”

“Let me grab some food for you first,” Joey said, slipping on some boxers. “I’ll even bring you a coffee.”

“Don’t become even more perfect. I might not let you go.”

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