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They shared air. They shared silence.

Juno wasn’t sure he could handle Piper’s intensity, but he also didn’t ever want to live without it. He just wasn’t ready to say that. Not aloud. Not when it would give Piper even more power over him. God, if only the man knew just how wrapped around his finger Juno was.

He was utterly and completely screwed.

Piper dragged his thumb under Juno’s left eye. “I like your freckles.”

Juno let out a small laugh. “I forget I have them. They go away in the winter.”

Piper leaned in and brushed his lips over Juno’s sun-pinked skin. He was a little tender, though he knew the feeling would be gone by morning. “Can I spoil you right now?”

“Why?” Juno hadn’t meant to ask it, but now that he had, he didn’t take it back.

Piper didn’t seem bothered. He moved his hands to Juno’s waist and held him. “I like it. I’ve never felt like this before. I don’t have a thing for taking care of people. But there’s something about you that’s making me crave it.”

“Pity,” Juno said, slightly bitter. “I mean, I don’t blame you. I’ve had a pretty pathetic life, and it seems to be getting worse.”

“It’s not pity, sugar. I promise you that. I feel sorry for the things you’ve had to endure and that things might be more difficult for you in the future. But that’s not it.”

“So what?”

Piper shrugged. “I wish I knew. All I know is that I look at you and I want to make you smile every day.”

“Smile?” Juno asked, waggling his brows. This was getting too emotional, and he needed to shift the moment.

Piper’s face showed he noticed, but he went along with it anyway. “Amongst other things.” He dipped his head in and licked at Juno’s lower lip. “Let me make you come.”

Well. Juno wasn’t going to say no to that.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

He was getting addicted, and Piper did not have an addictive personality. But he felt half-drunk on Juno’s moans, and the feeling was enough to chase away the pain he felt in his knees as he knelt on the shower floor. From his position, he could see Juno’s palms pressed to the tiles, fingers digging in, turning white.

Piper watched for only a moment, and then he got back to the task at hand. He had Juno’s ass spread apart, his perfect, pink hole on display, the hair there thick and very blond. He pushed his tongue inside, taking a deep breath before one hand moved between Juno’s legs, and he cupped his lover’s balls with the palm of his hand.

Juno whimpered. He fucked his hips back against Piper’s face. He begged wordlessly, his body like a symphony of movement and sound. Piper never wanted it to end. He thrust his tongue in and out as his hand moved upward, eventually curling around Juno’s cock, and he squeezed until he heard Juno gasp.

“Oh fuck, please, please.”

Piper began to stroke him as he devoured his ass, the taste musky and so very much him. He’d never done this before. Not ever. He’d seen it on porn and wondered what the fuss was about. And now he knew. There was something heady about the power he had over Juno—the ability to give him so many little deaths only to bring him back to life so he could do it again and again and again.

He loved it. Mostly because it meant Juno trusted him, and that was what made this all worth it.

His hand sped up as Juno’s whimpering turned into choking sobs, and it wasn’t long until his ass began to clench. Piper pulled back, then licked his fingers before shoving two inside him. Juno howled. His head fell back, face directly in the spray of water, and he came.

White ropes painted the walls as his hips stuttered forward, and Piper stroked him until Juno was trying to pull away. He eased his fingers out carefully, then released him and climbed to his feet. His entire body ached, but it was worth it.

Juno spun slowly, then rested his back to the wall and grabbed at Piper, pulling him close. There was a needy tremble in him, and Piper held him until he was calm.

“Fuck me, where did you learn to do that?” Juno demanded when he could speak again.

Piper chuckled and pressed a kiss to the edge of his jaw. “That was my first time.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Piper just grinned as he reached for the soap and began to clean them both with wide, careful sweeps of sudsy palms. Juno was pliant for it, watching with hooded eyes as Piper cleaned himself. When they were rinsed, Piper shut off the water and passed him a towel.

“Can we lie down?” Juno asked. He struggled into his boxers, leaving the rest of his body naked. “I promise I won’t sleep. I just want to rest my eyes.”

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