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Avery peers over his shoulder, wet hair falling in front of his eyes, and he bites his bottom lip.

“I never thought you’d ever be on your knees for me. This is terrible. Just a terrible nightmare.”

My eyebrows rise. “Is it really?”

“No. No, it’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

I touch the plug, twisting it slightly to remove it, but that only makes Avery groan. It must feel terrible, the tug and tightness of it. Not being able to get it out.

“I’m going to die,” he whimpers, turning slightly, and that’s when I see his hard cock straining out from his body. He may think he’s going to die, but he wants this. He wants it so badly he’s leaking.

“You won’t die.”

“I am. With you on your knees near my ass. Like you’re going to eat me out. I’m going to die. Just expire. I see Jesus already.”

I feel my cheeks flush and I clear my throat, glancing down at my own length which is now fully hard. I like this too.

Of course I do.

Something about him. The way he speaks, the way he moves. Everything about him turns me on.

“All right,” I say. “Bear down.”

“Bear down? How the fuck do you know that?” he asks as I start to work the plug from his ass, but it’s thick and long. The flared base makes it difficult to remove without hurting him. But after a minute, I manage, and Avery is shaking from the intensity of the vibrations moving through him.

“Almost there,” I murmur as it slides from his ass.

Avery lets out a low moan when I finally toss it to the side. Oddly enough, it turned off as soon as it exited his body.

I stare at his ass, his hole open and wet.

“You good?” I ask, my voice rough and rasping.

“Yeah. I mean. No. I’m mortified. I’ll never survive this. I can’t believe you saw that. I can’t believe you did that.”

His forehead is on the wall in front of him, his legs still spread, his hands still curled into fists.

“It’s okay. It happens.”

“Not with you, Dean. I’ll never forget this happened. I’ll relive it in my nightmares.”

I can’t help but lean forward and kiss the back of his hip gently.

He inhales sharply. “Dean, you should leave. Fuck, you really should go.”

I don’t want to. I want to stay.

I want to see what he looks like completely naked. I want him to turn around and bare himself to me.

“Are you sure you want me to go?”

He doesn’t answer. And what he doesn’t say is more than enough.

I stand up, my hard cock dragging up his ass, settling somewhere in that crease. I do it on purpose. I totally do. There’s no logical reason other than I need to feel him against my dick.

“You’re shaking,” I murmur, and Avery whimpers as I press against him, my chest to his back. “Are you cold?”

“No. Cold is the farthest from what I’m feeling. I’m so fucking hot. I’m burning up. I’m…I’m melting.”

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