Page 41 of Truth or Spare

That part was still a bit ambiguous for Theo and depended on how Dewey handled the news and if he was interested in a relationship with a minor royal. Theo wasn’t afraid of monogamy, he had just avoided it because no one could comebefore his brothers. He had finally accepted that they no longer needed a surrogate parent and was ready to write his own story in Oslo, with Dewey.

“No time like the present,” Theo said, glancing at the clock on the microwave as he rose from his swivel chair. “Scheiße! Look at the time!”

They had an hour until Dewey usually arrived at the alley to turn on all the machines and oil the lanes. Theo was adjusting the towel around his waist and reaching for his robe when Dewey stirred. Momentarily mesmerized, Theo rested his shoulder against the wall and sighed dreamily as he watched his big, cranky bear roll onto his back and stretch his thick, furry thighs and arms. He scrubbed his face and pulled at his beard before swearing and popping upright.

“Servus,” Theo purred and bit his lip appreciatively. “I let you sleep in while I got my shower out of the way and the tank was refilling. I have a feeling your morning routine is faster and simpler than mine.”

Dewey nodded, his chuckle a deep, velvety rumble as he reached for Theo. “That’s a safe bet. What’s your hurry?” he asked and Theo went to him as if he had been shot from a cannon, tackling Dewey and knocking him back onto the bed.

“My boss is expecting me at work soon,” Theo said and gasped when the towel was flipped back and Dewey caressed his asscheek.

“He’s gonna be late.” Dewey growled the words into the hollow of Theo’s neck, making him shiver.

“That’s not like him,” he panted, then bit down on his lips as Dewey’s fingertips trembled along the cleft of his ass.

“He’s busy trying new things.”

“Is that so? What kind of new things?” Theo asked in an excited whisper. But he wasn’t pretending, he was genuinely enthralled as Dewey’s grip tightened around his ass.

“Can I try this?” he asked, his voice crumbling along with Theo’s self-control.

He nodded quickly and scrambled up and onto his knees on the bed. “There’s something I was supposed to say to you,” Theo recalled as he tossed the towel aside.

“It can wait,” Dewey said distractedly, his gaze dreamy as he stared at Theo’s semi-hard cock. “I want you to show me how to…rim you,” he added weakly and Theo nodded.

“It can wait.”

He snatched both pillows and quickly tucked them behind Dewey’s head so he could recline while Theo did most of the work. Dewey was guided back and Theo straddled him backwards, on all fours. He didn’t want to overwhelm Dewey so Theo leaned forward and allowed him to decide how close he wanted to be.

“Huh,” Dewey grunted thoughtfully.

Theo frowned over his shoulder at him. “Huh?”

“Why don’t you have any hair on your ass?”

“I’m half Italian, Brooks. We’d never be able to find my arse and testes in all that hair if I didn’t get my undercarriage waxed. People would scream at me if I went out in a Speedo with a pelt between my legs,” he explained and shook his head scoldingly back at Dewey. “I told you, I’m a pampered fool out of necessity, not just vanity.”

“I don’t know if I’m brave enough to get my ass waxed, Theo,” Dewey said, utterly earnest and looking concerned.

“Please,do not,on my account.”

“I won’t.”

It became quiet in the Winnie and Theo held his breath until a finger dragged over his hole. “Closer, please,” Dewey rasped and Theo wiggled back a bit more. “Even this is beautiful,” he said before there was a soft brush of beard and lips, causing Theo’s eyelids to flutter.

The hot slickness of Dewey’s tongue made Theo’s toes curl and he let out a breathless “Fuck!” as it drilled and traced the puckered flesh around his hole. Dewey answered with a delighted groan, hooking his arms around Theo’s thighs and pulling him closer. He sucked harder and lapped lazily, grumbling out words of praise and adoration as he feasted.

“You might…try a finger,” Theo suggested and held on tight to Dewey’s thighs. His jaw stretched until it nearly cracked and his eyes crossed as one of Dewey’s fingers pressed against the tight ring of his ass and slowly pushed forward.

“Mmmm… Sweet.” Dewey licked around his finger as it worked in and out of Theo, winding him tighter and tighter.

Theo tried to scoot off so he could reach the condoms and ride Dewey, but was pinned in place by an arm across his back. He smiled at the long, hard, heavy cock, twitching and leaking against Dewey’s hip. “Wie geht’s?” Theo drawled at it as he lowered and opened wide.

Both of Theo’s hands were wrapped possessively around Dewey’s shaft and one of Dewey’s fists was tangled in Theo’s hair as it guided his head up and down. They were so loud, enthusiastically sucking, licking, and moaning as they reveled in their shared pleasure. But it was over when Dewey slid a second finger into Theo’s ass. He came with a shuddering sob, drooling around Dewey.

It was heaven and Theo felt like he was ascending as Dewey came deep in his throat. Theo pumped and sucked every sublimely tart and salty drop before collapsing onto his side. He rolled onto his back, panting at the ceiling as Dewey kissed his ankle and strummed his foot.

“You were right: your ass doesn’t taste like flat soda.”

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