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“Yeah, but he had a lousy way of showing it.”

“This is better,” Naser whispered. “This is a much betterway of showing it.”

“Good. But you know…” Mason managed to give Naser a lightkiss on the lips given their contorted pose. “No pressure.”

Mason unsnapped all four of the buttons on Naser’s jeans, releasedNaser’s engorged cock, and started a leisurely stroke that said Naser’spleasure was his priority, but in this moment, penetration was not. Which was agood thing because Naser hadn’t properly prepared. And the truth was, until hishead was ready, he didn’t feel like braving the rituals required to prepare hisbody.

“Can I play instead?” Mason whispered into Naser’s ear, thenfollowed it up with a little bite on Naser’s earlobe.

“Surface level only, please,” Naser whispered back.

“Of course.”

Mason tugged Naser’s jeans down to his thighs. His briefsfollowed, then he started to move his fingers the same way he did when he’dlavished Naser with sudsy ministrations in the shower. Ten fingers workingconstantly and in succession, kneading and stroking and grazing, traveling fromNaser’s cock, along his taint and up the crack of his ass, seeking out the mostsensitive nerves until the effect was like being licked and kissed by severalmouths at once. It was as comprehensive and obsessive as everything else Masonhad done for him since their reunion.

Again and again, Mason grazed his entrance without poking itor prodding at it or crossing the boundary. Instead, he showed love for theboundary, slicked his fingers with his own spit and moistened the boundary,drew a white-hot line across the boundary that seemed to say,Ifit feels this good now, imagine whatcrossing the boundary will feel like when it’s time.

There was one element that had yet to be added to Mason’slittle round of play, and it was up to Naser to include it. Naser reachedbehind him, found the drawstring of Mason’s sweatpants, and tugged at it untilthe knot came loose. Mason withdrew the hand with which he’d been caressingNaser’s balls. In the next second, Mason’s cock sprung free from its confinesbefore it was stopped by the cheeks of Naser’s ass with a little slap.

The whole scenario—their location, their hurried, tangledpose—had the trappings of a stolen, forbidden moment, like they were twonaughty servants trying not to be caught by the master of the house. Years ofbeing told his desires were deviant and wrong had left Naser with a taste forthe forbidden. Mason, he figured, was the same, which was why they were bothepically hard.

With one hand, Mason stroked the length of Naser’s crack,occasionally lingering and circling his entrance. With the other, he strokedNaser’s achingly hard cock, all with his lips pressed against Naser’s neck.Time went fluid. His bones went molten.

“Take over,” Mason whispered.

Naser was too dazed by desire to comply, so Mason took oneof Naser’s hands and moved it to Naser’s cock.

Startled, Naser began to stroke himself, wondering if Masonneeded a bathroom break or something. That would be a mood killer. But then theman’s fingers found Naser’s nipples again, and he realized he was trying tomaximize the pleasure he could give Naser’s most sensitive body part. And it worked.

God, did it work.

Combined with the hungry mix of licks and suckling Mason wasgiving his neck, Naser turned incandescent with desire.

“Mason…”

That was the only word of warning he could manage. Onewhisper of the man’s name and Naser was coming so fast and hard it was likehe’d been shot out of a rocket, maybe because Mason kept up his steady workeven as Naser bucked and jerked and bellowed. With each second, he thought therush of pleasure would end, and then another staccato round of bliss shot throughhim. The whole time Mason grunted with delight, as if the sight of Naser’spleasure were as gratifying as a bite of ice cream.

As soon as Naser caught his breath, Mason pressed down onthe center of his spine with one hand. The next thing he knew, his cheek waspressed to the counter right next to the plates of food, his ass out andexposed.

Mason steadied himself with the same hand he’d used to bendNaser over the counter. That’s when Naser realized what he was doing. Mason waspleasuring himself at the sight of Naser’s exposed ass. He’d loved theboundary, slickened the boundary, now he was going to coat it and mark it, andthe idea made Naser shudder with lust, threatened to fill his deflating cockagain.

Next came the delicious barrage of teeth-clenched profanityMason always unleashed when he came—a display that sounded both angry andhungry, a combination Naser had longed to draw out of Mason for years. “Fuck.”Right on cue, Mason’s cum painted his hole, the firm press of his hand holdinghim in place, rooting him in place as he slicked his ass with little jets sohot Naser wouldn’t have been surprised to hear them sizzle against his skin. “Fuck,Naser.Fuck!”

My name. Coming hard while he says my name.

The eruption was replaced by the slow and steady slide ofMason’s slick cock along his ass, as if he was trying to drive home the point.

Feel it. Feel what you did to me.

Mason wilted against Naser’s back, curving his arms aroundhim. Then slowly, still sliding his cock back and forth along Naser’s crack, hebrought Naser to an upright position, nibbled his earlobe, and planted severallong, hard kisses along his neck.

“You have a filthy mouth when you come, MasonWorther,” Naser whispered, “and I love it.”

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The next day, Naser had finished aquick lunch at his desk and was still working his way through the morning’s emailswhen his phone chimed with a text from his mother.

Khaharetopeydakon.

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