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He fumbled as he undid Cillian’s jeans. It had been so long since he’d undressed anyone but himself. Then his fingers remembered what to do, and he pushed the jeans over Cillian’s hips. He nuzzled at the hard length of Cillian’s dick, breathing in the scent of him before peeling down his briefs and freeing his cock.

The uncut ruddy length jutted toward him as though begging to be licked, and Anthony didn’t hesitate. His tongue swept over the head as he wrapped his hand around the base. He took a little more each time, then risked a glance up.

Cillian watched him, his hazel eyes dark and his lips parted. “I’m not going to fuck your mouth unless that’s what you want.”

The words were enough to make his cock pulse and his briefs dampen with pre-cum.

He wanted to come. He wanted Cillian to come.

“I want to swallow.” He tongued the slit, the taste of pre-cum unfamiliar and arousing.

“Uh-huh.” Cillian tipped his head back, his fingers splayed against the wood of the door as though trying to hold back.

Anthony wanted those long fingers in his hair and wrapped around his cock. He sucked and stroked, and every leaked drop on his tongue only made him hungrier for everything he’d missed.

He’d been in Cillian’s position too many times, the person on their knees more attracted to what they could get from him, than him. But there was nothing Cillian could get from him, and nothing Cillian could give him. This was only for pleasure.

“Oh fuck… That’s it.” Cillian cupped Anthony’s head as his hips rocked.

If Anthony wanted to pull away, he could’ve, but he didn’t. He wanted Cillian to fall apart.Hewanted to fall apart.

Cillian drew in a breath and stilled. His cock thickened, and Anthony pulled back to tease the head as Cillian came, spilling onto his tongue.

Anthony swallowed and groaned. He palmed his dick, wanting to come, but not wanting it to be over already. He squeezed his cock, clamping down on the urge to come.

Cillian slumped against the door, then slid to the floor and pulled him in for a kiss. Anthony was impressed he didn’t care about the taste of his cum on Anthony’s lips. He got Anthony’s jeans open and slid his hand in. Wrapping his fingers around Anthony’s cock, he gave it a light squeeze.

Anthony groaned as Cillian undid him in two strokes. As the force of his climax tore through his body, he stopped breathing in what had to be the most intense orgasm of his life.

CHAPTER

ELEVEN

Cillian leaned against Anthony;not sure his legs would get him off the ground. He hadn’t put any expectations on what might happen, but he hadn’t expected Anthony to blow him. If anything, he’d expected it to be the other way around. Though given the way Anthony reacted to being touched, suggesting it would’ve been enough.

He slowly pulled his sticky hand out of Anthony’s briefs. This was a mess he hadn’t been prepared for, and now he needed to move. “Why don’t I show you where the bathroom is, and then we can have that nightcap?”

Unless Anthony was done and wanted to go home. Was that the smart option?

Call it a night and think about things in daylight?

He wasn’t sure daylight would change much. They had a shared attraction and desire, and for the moment, that was enough. More than enough. But he wanted more. It had been a while since he’d wanted someone so desperately.

“I like the sound of that, and… I’d like the chance to redeem myself.”

Cillian gave a low laugh. “You have nothing to worry about. Your dick-sucking skills are top-notch.”

He stood and offered his clean hand to help Anthony up before doing a bad, one-handed job of tucking his dick away. Anthony didn’t bother. He led him out of the bedroom to the bathroom, which wasn’t particularly big and doubled as the laundry.

Cillian dried his hands, then handed Anthony the hand towel. “Just toss it in the basket when you’re done. You’ve got a bit…” he pointed at a splash of cum on his shirt.

“Yeah. It’s everywhere.” Anthony wiped his stomach. Their gazes locked in the mirror. “You want to know why I didn’t have sex inside?”

“I’m curious.”

Anthony didn’t turn to face him but watched him in the mirror as he cleaned himself. “I didn’t want word to travel and get beaten. There’s plenty of homophobia.” He tossed the hand towel in the basket and fastened his pants. “But there are also plenty of guys looking for something.”

“And what did you look for?”

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