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“Sir, please…” Trev squirmed and used one of his very best sexual moans to hopefully entice Jupiter into action. “I’m good. I’m ready. Mmm, I need you inside me right now.”

“You’re not ready until I say you are,” Jupiter warned. “You really can’t stand it, can you? Not being in control.”

Trev’s face flashed white-hot, and it was a struggle to swallow back his frustration. He wanted to argue. He could stop this at any damn time he pleased. He didn’t have to do a single thing that he didn’t want to, and that…

That was the problem.

Trev did want this.

His desire for Jupiter was enough to command his compliance, and it was maddening. It fogged his thoughts and made it difficult to focus, and he couldn’t deny that Jupiter had found an effective way to force his obedience.

Jupiter smirked at Trev’s silence and taunted, “That’s what I thought, baby doll.”

Trev continued to say nothing, and he slid his hands over his face with a low groan.

“Don’t worry. I won’t make you wait too long.” Jupiter lapped around Trev’s hole and then up his taint, his sly chuckle resonating through his tongue. “You are very, very difficult to resist.”

“I know,” Trev said firmly, trying to regain some of his confidence. “I’m fucking perfect.”

“Close enough.” Jupiter withdrew his finger and pushed himself up.

Trev watched Jupiter get out of bed, heading back to the bathroom. “What are you doing?”

“Unless you have lube in that lockbox, I need to get my wallet.” Jupiter returned with his wallet in hand. He pulled out a small packet of lube with a smirk. “Although, if you happened to have one hidden behind your ear or something, I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“Well, under normal circumstances…” Trev trailed off with a playful shrug.

“I expect nothing less from you.” Jupiter tore the packet open with his teeth as he slid back between Trev’s long legs. He leisurely drizzled the lube onto his cock and stroked himself.

Trev wanted to cheer, and he even welcomed Jupiter bowing his head down for a kiss. It was hot as always, but there was a drag in Jupiter’s tongue that made Trev suspicious. He tilted into Jupiter’s hand as he spread some lube around his hole. “Mmm, come on. You know that’s not what I want.”

“I know,” Jupiter murmured in reply, plunging in two slick fingers. “But right now, this is what you’re getting, baby doll. So be a good boy and take it.”

Trev sagged into the bed, and he tried to appreciate the meager friction that Jupiter’s fingers offered. If he smarted off, Jupiter would do something awful like punish him or whatever, so he was determined to behave. He’d never had to work quite this hard to get laid before, and yes, it was challenging but also…

Exhilarating.

The building tension increased the throb in his loins until he was ready to jump out of bed and hump the damn wall. His eyes burned, his heart pounded, and the agonizing drag of Jupiter’s fingers split him somewhere between heaven and hell. It went on for so long that Trev’s cock softened, though it still throbbed with his arousal.

Trev found that he was relaxed now, and the surges of adrenaline that usually prompted his muscles to race through this particular act at top speed had drained away. He touched his face, finding it flushed and sweating, and he dragged his other hand across his chest to feel his heart’s heavy but slow thud.

The sound of his own breathing was weirdly alien for how steady it was, and the slick press of Jupiter’s fingers was wonderfully erotic. His body was soft, easily welcoming each thrust even when Jupiter added a third finger inside of him.

“There,” Jupiter rumbled. “There you go, baby doll. So fucking perfect for me.”

Yes.

Trev was being so very good now, and it created a new warmth in his chest that bubbled out as he moaned. He loved how Jupiter was looking at him right now, though it was hard to qualify exactly what it was—pride? Desire? Adoration?

Probably all of the above, really.

Because Trev was fucking perfect.

Jupiter kissed Trev’s stomach as he withdrew his fingers. His hair still tickled from the lingering damp, and he smirked up at Trev. “Look at you… I think you’re ready for me now.”

“Yes, sir,” Trev murmured.

“Good boy.” Jupiter kissed Trev’s belly. “Tell me, baby doll. How do you want me?”

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