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Felix snickered. “Eager much?”

Jonah grinned, clearly not at all embarrassed to be so into it.

And Felix was glad of it. It was gratifying to know that anyone wanted him so much, especially someone as amazing as Jonah.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

The sight of Felix crawling between Jonah’s legs made Jonah lightheaded. His cock was already growing hard as Felix wrapped a hand around it and Jonah let out a shuddering breath at the light touch.

“You feel so warm,” Felix murmured as he bent his head, brushing his lips to Jonah’s dick.

The sight and feel of Felix sent heat flooding through Jonah’s veins.

“Yeah?” Jonah managed.

“I like it.” Felix looked up at him through his lashes, eyes particularly smokey blue at the moment. “I like the way you smell too.”

“Oh God,” Jonah said faintly. He definitely wasn’t going to survive Felix blowing him and he mentally apologized to everyone he loved and all of the Fisher Cats fans.

But what a way to go …

Felix began slowly, licking around the head and lightly stroking Jonah’s shaft. But it wasn’t long before he took the tip in his mouth, bathing it with his tongue. The sensations tore a low groan from Jonah’s throat and he clutched the sheet, biting his lower lip to quiet himself.

The slightly hesitant way Felix began to bob his head made it clear that Felix had never done this before, but even that was a thrill. Knowing that Jonah was the only guy Felix had ever wanted to do this to only made him hotter.

Carefully, Jonah settled a hand on the back of Felix’s head, not to force him but to gently guide. Felix pushed into the touch, letting out a pleased little hum like he was encouraging Jonah to keep going.

“Want me to show you how I like it?” Jonah rasped.

Felix hummed again and tightened his grip on the base of Jonah’s dick, glancing up, his gaze encouraging.

So Jonah slid his hand into Felix’s hair, enjoying the soft texture of his curls and the way they wrapped around his fingers.

“Doesn’t have to be fast,” he assured Felix. “Just … ahh, yeah like that.”

The slow, steady bob of Felix’s head, the slickness of his mouth, the cautious way he sucked and kept his teeth out of the way … they made Jonah melt.

Felix was so careful with him.

“That’s so good,” he assured Felix.

Felix looked up the length of Jonah’s body through his lashes and it was a gut-punch of a feeling. Jonah knew those eyes, that face. He knew Felix so well and while he’d dreamed of this moment, he’d never thought it would happen. Never imagined that Felix would want this as much as he did.

For a few minutes. Jonah guided Felix in a slow, careful rhythm, trembling at the sounds Felix made, crying out quietly when the pleasure spiraled into something that wound tight in his belly.

Felix released him with a wet pop, mouth reddened from sucking him, though he continued to lightly stroke with his hand. That sent a little shiver through Jonah and he realized he had a tight grip on Felix’s hair still. He softened but didn’t let go.

“What else do you like? Show me. Tell me. I want to know,” Felix urged.

Overwhelmed already, Jonah scrambled to get his brain cells to work together. “I, uh. I like having my balls played with. And you don’t have to take me deep. Focusing on the head will be more than enough.”

Felix’s lips curled up in a smile. “Is that a challenge to make me go deep?”

“What? No.” Jonah laughed. “I’m just not that sensitive farther down is all. I’m not saying I hate being deep throated or anything but I’ll be just as happy if you don’t.”

“Yeah, okay.” Felix lowered his head. “Might test deep throating out sometime when I’m feeling brave though.”

The thought of Felix willingly—eagerly—choking on his dick did have its appeal but Jonah had no complaints when Felix took his cock in his mouth again and began to move more confidently.

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