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I wanted to worship him where he lay.

"You're fucking beautiful." It needed to be said.

Noah groaned and ground his ass into the bedding. "Please, Brody. Need you."

I was slow to remove my tux and then lay it on the chair, piled on top of Noah's. I stroked my cock as he watched me. The desire in his eyes was hot enough to reach out and burn me.

I would gladly incinerate for him.

I approached the side of the bed and patted the edge of it. "I need you over here." Noah crawled toward me until he was at my thighs, and looked up at me, his tongue extended.

I ran my hand through his hair as I tapped my hard cock on the flat wet surface. Noah whimpered until I fed it to him, one inch at a time.

He yummed around my cock as it settled at the back of his throat. The vocalization vibrated up my shaft and straight to the tight coil in my gut.

I drew back and then snapped my hips forward. Noah kept up perfect pressure, sucking all the way to my cap each time I withdrew; his eyes needy with desire as he looked up at me.

He looked gorgeous with his face buried in my groin. I pumped in and out of his mouth until I felt that coil inside me ready to spring. I held his face as I backed away from him then squatted and kissed his puffy lips. I whispered, "You're perfect," across them. Then, "Up the bed."

Noah scrambled until he was comfortably lying with his head on a pillow. One of my pillows. I'd allowed a man into my bed. The only explanation was that I trusted Noah.

I straddled his hips and hovered over him, watching his pupils take over his eyes; the crystal blue eclipsed by black. I met his lips with mine and slipped my tongue inside. Noah's hips thrust up, grinding against me, our hard cocks fighting for space between us as he moaned.

I undulated my hips, rubbing our shafts together, my balls crushing against the base of his dick with each stroke. Noah wrapped his legs around my thighs, pinning me to him.

I deepened the kiss, plummeting the depths of his mouth, our tongues tangling. He jammed his hands into my hair and clung to me, urgently, as if he wanted to crawl inside me starting with his tongue. I broke free of his mouth and panted into it; our foreheads pressed together.

"Hands and knees for me."

I let Noah up and he flipped over, his chest on the bed, his ass in the air. I circled behind him and placed myself far enough back that I could admire him. He had the prettiest pink pucker of a hole. I ran my forefinger across it and Noah jumped and hissed.

I needed to taste him. I descended on his hole with my tongue, taking my first swipe of it. He was musky from being in his tux for hours but there was a faint taste of soap as well. I clamped his ass cheeks in both hands and pried him open further and dashed my tongue around his rim.

"Fuck …," Noah breathed and dipped his belly lower.

I prodded his tight ring with the tip of my tongue and kept up the assault until it started to loosen. I moved back so I could see its beauty and traced my finger around the wet opening.

I sank my finger inside him, and Noah let out the most seductive sound. Part exhilaration for being penetrated. Part overwhelming desire for more. I'd be giving him a lot more.

All the way to the knuckle, I pulled back and removed it, making Noah whine. I placed my finger in my mouth and sucked on it so I could taste him and make my digit wet.

"Brody … please," Noah whispered.

I pushed my finger back inside him and pumped into his hole until it stayed open for me for a moment when I retreated. I dove back in with my tongue, prodding, kissing, and sucking.

Noah's ass angled up and down slightly as he panted.

"Stay there." I moved off the bed and retrieved a condom and lube. Back behind him, I popped open the cap on the lube and coated my fingers in it. I pushed two fingers inside him to open him further for me. Then two became three. I held my hand steady and let him fuck himself on my fingers, rocking back and forth, swearing beneath his breath. Watching his body take me in, again and again, his rim stretching, made my dick tight, weeping with need to be inside him.

His hole was ready for my cock, popping open and closed when I denied him what had been filling him. He moved his arm and started stroking his dick. I reached through his legs and stopped him. "Mine." There was that incredible sound again; so needy and seductive.

He returned his arm to the position it had been in supporting him.

"All yours," Noah said, his voice rough with pure and honest lust. "All of me."

I knew he meant it. He knew he was mine.

I kissed his tailbone. And I was his.

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