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“He’s not here to find out,” he shoots back. “Please, James. It’s been so long since I felt your cock inside me. I need you to wreck me.”

Leaning in, I skim my lips across his skin. “Your wish is my command, Ash.”

Reaching for the doorknob, I twist it and push the door open at the same time I grab Ash by the arm. He moans as I manhandle him, forcing him to turn around and walking himforward into the room. Kicking the door shut behind me, I push Ash forward until he hits the dresser, chest first.

Bending him over the furniture, I lean over his back, biting at the side of his neck before whispering into his ear. “This is what you want, Ash? For me to take you without mercy?”

“Please,” he begs. “I need you.”

“I know what you need, Ash. Don’t worry.” Pressing a kiss against his neck, I stand. Grabbing his scrubs by the waist, I tug in one fluid motion, taking them and his underwear all the way down to his ankles.

He whines with impatience, shifting from foot to foot, but I give him a good swat on the ass and he stops. I don’t spank him, not like his Daddy does, but I’ve never been shy against putting him in his place either. It’s how this part of our relationship has worked for so long. We’ve always been able to give each other what the other needs, be that emotionally or physically.

Kneeling behind him, I spread his ass. Ash moans and his body trembles as I dive in, my tongue flicking across his hole. Over and over, I flick my tongue against him, licking at the tight entrance until it softens under my touch.

Without hesitation, I bring one finger to his hole, get it slick with saliva, and then press in. Ash groans but doesn’t protest, allowing me to finger-fuck him with only the barest hint of slick.

He’s right in that it’s been awhile since we’ve done this. Between everything happening with the Family and his new Daddy, there hasn’t been enough time for just us. Not that it necessarily bothers me. I know I’m still a priority in his life, but our roles for each other means we don’t have to be together all the time.

If anything, not being his be-all end-all has only made me care about him more. Because I do care about Ash, in all the ways that matter, but he isn’t someone I could ever see myself with full-time for long-term. Being his best friend and occasionalfuck buddy is enough. I’d probably murder him if I tried to date him.

Ash knows that, and has always been respectful of my limits.

This, me kneeling behind him as I prep him with tongue and finger, is enough. Combined with the lifelong friendship we have, which is more than anything I’ve gotten from anyone besides my brothers, means I don’t have to worry about trying to be something I’m not for someone else.

Ash’s hole softens further under my ministrations, and a part of me wants to fuck him open on my cock, but it’s been long enough, I don’t want to hurt him. Sliding another finger alongside the first, I scissor them open to give me enough space to wiggle my tongue inside his ass.

Ash bucks into me, trying to force me deeper inside him, but I hold back, unwilling to show him any mercy. Give him an inch and he’ll take a mile. I may be fucking him because it’s what we both want—need—but it’s still onmyterms.

Thrusting in and out of him a few times, I finally pull back, watching as his ass tries to cling to my fingers when I slide them out.

“James, fuck me, now.”

I stand and lean over him once more, grinding my hips against his ass. “I don’t have lube on me, Ash.”

“No,” he whines. “Don’t leave me.”

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you raw? Leave you sore and aching for your Daddy to find? You want him to see how big of a fucking whore you are for my cock?”

“Yes!” he shouts and I grin.

Pulling away long enough to shove my pants down, I spit in my hand, jerking myself off a few times, spreading saliva and pre-cum around my hard length.

“Get me wet,” I say in a soft tone.

The response is instantaneous. Ash kicks his pants the rest of the way off, spins around and drops to his knees.

Groaning, I grab a handful of his hair and hold on as he swallows me to the root. His mouth is hot and tight, and he gags around me. He wastes no time, bobbing up and down my cock, coating me in his spit.

Pre-cum leaks from my tip and pools into his mouth, and Ash pulls off, spitting pre-cum and saliva onto my dick, spreading it around with his hand.

“Up, over the dresser. I want your ass out, because that’s the only part of you that matters, isn’t it? After all, your Daddy locked up your cock because we all know your pleasure doesn’t matter.”

“Yes.” He scrambles to his feet and turns around.

Pushing him down further over the dresser so the edge digs into his stomach, but his ass is in the perfect position for taking, I guide my spit-slicked cock to his ready and waiting hole.

Ash moans and tries to wiggle his ass, encouraging me to move forward. That earns him another swat, but this time, it only encourages the fucker.

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