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Anthony didn’t want him to come just yet. He wanted to enjoy teasing him a bit longer. He squeezed the head of Cillian’s cock and managed to resist licking the pre-cum from the slit.

Cillian went to push himself up.

“Stay like that. You look so fucking hot.” On display for him.

“Desperate.” Cillian’s chest lifted with each breath.

“This is what I missed the most. I could get myself off, but I wasn’t able to touch anyone.” Anthony pulled Cillian’s hips forward, lining up their cocks. He wrapped his hand around them both and thrust into his fist. The slick, sliding friction sent a shudder down Anthony’s spine.

“Your new kink is making me come?”

Anthony’s gaze sild over the man in front of him. “Maybe… Is that going to be a problem?”

Cillian’s thighs clamped around Anthony’s hips as he lifted his head. “No.”

Anthony couldn’t look away as he swept his thumb over their cockheads and stroked along their shafts. Cillian shuddered, his hips lifting and breath catching like a new song that Anthony never wanted to stop hearing. Cillian’s pleasure spiked his own, and each gasp pushed him higher.

A groan slid out of Cillian’s open mouth as he came. Cum splashed over Anthony’s fingers, slicking each stroke, and onto Cillian’s stomach. Anthony worked his hand faster, giving into the hot tight need to come. His balls drew up as he spilled over Cillian’s cock and watched it drip onto his belly.

They were both breathing hard.

Cillian drew in a breath. “Fuck… I didn’t even take my pants off.”

Anthony leaned down and licked a line through the cum on Cillian’s stomach. “Got something I can wipe up with?”

Cillian sat up, slid a hand around the back of Anthony’s neck, and kissed him. His tongue dipping into his mouth and dancing. “Kitchen paper is next to the microwave,” he said between kisses before releasing Anthony with a sigh.

Anthony took the couple of steps to the microwave and grabbed the roll of paper. He tore off a couple of sheets for Cillian and handed them over—since he was the messiest. After he’d wiped his hand and dick, his next problem was the bin.

“Cupboard beneath the sink.” Cillian hopped off the counter, balled up paper in one hand, dick hanging out and cheeks flushed.

Anthony smiled as he took in the sight.

“What?”

“Just admiring how disheveled you are.” He opened the cupboard and tossed away the trash, holding it open for Cillian to do the same before they fixed their clothing.

Snap sauntered into the kitchen and sat by his bowl, as though, since they were both there, someone should do something about feeding him. From the size of him, Anthony wasn’t sure the cat had ever skipped a meal. He was a beefy boy capable of terrorizing most small dogs, and some bigger ones if given half a chance.

“You’re still leaving?”

“I am. Besides, your roommate wants some attention.”

“He’s such a freeloader.” Cillian picked Snap up and kissed the top of his head.

Anthony smiled at the simple domesticity of the situation. “I’ll message you during the week.”

“You’d better.” Cillian walked toward the door and unlocked it.

He wasn’t going to beg Anthony to stay, for which Anthony was grateful, as his resolve to do the smart thing wasn’t that strong.

Snap purred and rubbed his head against Cillian’s chin and cheek. Anthony wondered if Snap was jealous that Anthony had been kissing his human.

“Break a leg, that’s the right thing to say?”

“It is. I can do it with my eyes closed, but thank you.” He placed a hand on Snap’s head and pressed a kiss to Anthony’s lips. “I’ll see you for lunch.”

“You will.” Anthony took another kiss. With every passing second, it became harder to leave. He forced himself to step back, missing the heat of Cillian’s body almost immediately. “Go to bed. Snap will keep you company.”

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