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Whatever.

Trev savored the weight of Jupiter’s cock against his tongue, and he flicked his eyes up to gauge Jupiter’s expression.

Jupiter appeared relaxed, though his breathing had certainly picked up.

Trev continued to suck him earnestly, but he was growing impatient. He was pulling out some of his best moves and Jupiter barely acknowledged it. Trev wanted some kind of reaction other than some panting, and he took a quick breath in through his nose before pushing the head of Jupiter’s cock down his throat.

“Oh!” Jupiter’s eyes fluttered.

Trev continued to deepthroat Jupiter’s cock, pushing forward until his nose hit Jupiter’s groin. The man’s nails immediately dug into Trev’s scalp, and Trev would have smiled if he could have. He swallowed around Jupiter’s cock so he could feel exactly how far he’d taken him, and then he leisurely withdrew only to promptly suck him down again.

“Christ,” Jupiter murmured breathlessly.

There.

That was better.

Jupiter tightened his grip and guided Trev’s head to bob on his cock faster and faster. Whatever strict control Jupiter once held was now lost to Trev’s tight throat, and Trev took every erratic slam. His mouth flooded with spit and his eyes watered, but he never faltered. He twirled his tongue all around Jupiter’s cock to make the most of each thrust, maintaining fierce suction.

Trev could taste the delicious tease of precome, a promise of what would soon follow if he didn’t relent. He gasped as Jupiter abruptly pulled out, and he blinked rapidly to focus his vision. To his dismay, Jupiter’s expression was…

Blank.

Tepid at best.

Jupiter slid the head of his cock over Trev’s bottom lip, playing in the wetness as he took a deep breath to exhale an annoyed sigh. “I seem to recall telling someone that we were going to take this slow.”

“Oh?” Trev scowled. “Must have slipped my mind, sir.”

“What’s wrong, baby doll?”

“Sucking off a rock would be more exciting than sucking you.” Trev rolled his eyes, adding as sarcastically as possible, “Sir.”

Jupiter smiled. “Were you not enjoying yourself?”

“Were you?” Trev shot back. “Because you could have fooled me.”

“Ah.” Jupiter smiled. “So, you do concern yourself with wanting your partner to feel good. You want to know that they like what you’re doing. You seek validation in sharing mutual passion.”

“What?” Trev scoffed.

“That’s how you want to be good for me.” Jupiter caressed Trev’s cheek. “You want to make sure I enjoy your performance thoroughly. It would offend you if I didn’t.”

Trev opened his mouth to argue, but he shut it when he realized he didn’t know what to say.

Jupiter was right, that gorgeous bastard.

Trev did want Jupiter to like what he was doing.

It was a point of pride.

Trev didn’t want to simply be another notch in anyone’s headboard. He was good at this—no, he was incredible, and men had paid handsomely to share his bed. The idea of someone not enjoying their time with him was oddly infuriating, and he hated that Jupiter had somehow managed to zero in on that.

Trev wasn’t any ordinary man.

He was gorgeous, he was the best at what he did, and damn it all if he wasn’t determined now to prove that to Jupiter and then some.

“What next, sir?” Trev asked, refusing to acknowledge Jupiter’s previous assessment.

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