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Doc moves quickly, pressing our lips together in a soft kiss. The sexual tension between us is thick. There’s no denying that we want one another, it’s been there from the beginning, and the scene we had last week ignited the flame between us.

Doc tries to deepen the kiss but I break away, pulling back enough to look at him. “I don’t want to rush this.”

He makes a whining noise. “I want you to fuck me, Soren. Hard.”

Shaking my head, I press another soft kiss to his lips. “And I want to take my time with you. I want to make you shake and whimper as I take you apart piece by fucking piece.”

Doc moans and I grin, kissing him again. Several times he tries to take control, but I don’t allow it, easily keeping the pace slow until he goes pliant, allowing me to do whatever I want with him.

With gentle hands, I ease him back onto the pillows before shoving the blankets down and moving on top of him. Doc gasps into my mouth as I roll my hips against his, rubbing our dicks together.

Sitting back, I study him, taking in his flushed face, bright amber eyes, and kiss-swollen lips. My cock aches at the thought of sliding between those lips, and I don’t want to make either of us wait any longer.

Shoving my pants down, I shuffle up his body. Doc swallows, eyes on my dick, which is rapidly filling under his gaze.

“Get me wet, Doc,” I say lowly. “I want to fuck you, but first you need to prepare my cock for your hole.”

He moans and brings his hands up to my hips, drawing me closer to his mouth.

Holding onto the headboard with one hand, I lean over Doc and bring my cock to his lips. “Open for me, Doc,” I order softly.

He complies, parting his lips and letting me press my dick inside his warm, wet mouth. Groaning, I hold tighter onto the headboard, trying desperately not to shove myself deep into his throat. I don’t want this first time to be hard and fast. There’s plenty of time for desperation, for me to use him for my pleasure. This first time isn’t meant to be brutal or fast. There’s plenty of time for brutal fucking, for taking him to the edge over and over, but in this moment, the sweet and slow vulnerability as we come together is more important.

Pressing my cock deeper into his mouth, I watch as Doc’s eyes water and he blinks them a few times. “So good for me, Doc. Let me fuck your mouth.”

He tightens his grip on my hips but doesn’t try to take control. “Good boy,” I praise, giving him a little bit more of my length as a reward.

Doc chokes as the head touches the back of his throat, and I groan at the feel of it. His face turns red and tears stream from his eyes as he sputters, and I slide a little deeper as his throat opens to me. The angle is perfect for me to fuck my cock into his mouth, and while I take advantage of that, I also rein in some of my desire.

“One day soon,” I say as I pull out of his mouth and throat, leaving only the tip on his tongue. “I’m going to fuck your throat. I’m going to shove my cock so far deep inside of you that all you’ll taste is me.”

The hands on my hips tighten, fingernails digging into my skin, creating the perfect amount of pleasure-pain. “You like that idea?” I ask unnecessarily, slowly thrusting my dick back into his mouth. “You want me to use you like my personal sex toy? Fucking your mouth and not giving a shit about if you come or not.”

The moan he releases vibrates around my cock and I gasp, bucking my hips and pushing deeper into his throat, enjoying the way he chokes and how tightly his throat constricts around me.

“Fucking hell, baby,” I mutter, pulling all the way out of his mouth. “If you do that much longer I won’t be able to fuck you like I want to.”

Doc smiles and licks his spit-slick lips. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Sliding back, I lean down enough to kiss him, fucking my tongue into his mouth and tasting myself on his lips. “It definitely is. Now, undress.”

Pushing myself off his body, I kick my pants all the way off and stroke my spit-slick cock, watching with rapt attention as his thick, hard dick comes into view when he removes his own pants.

“Spread your legs,” I order, unable to hold back.

Doc smirks as he does as he’s told. “Feeling rather Dommy today, Soren?”

Laughing, I shove his legs wider and slot myself between them. “Maybe a little. Are you complaining?”

He runs his hands gently up my sides. “Never, Sir.”

I try to hide my reaction to that honorific, but something must show on my face because he looks into my eyes as he tightens his grip on me.

“What’s wrong?”

Shaking my head, I lean down and bite his collarbone hard enough to leave a mark. “Nothing.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Soren. You don’t like being called ‘Sir’, I can tell.” He lifts his head and kisses me gently. “I can call you something else to make you more comfortable.”

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