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But Hansel came off too soon and said, “Don’t you like what I do for you?”
His mouth was back around his cock, only firmer, faster, more insistent.
“I love what you do,” Gerhardt rasped.
His lips smacked off his dick. “Don’t you like our apartment?”
Gerhardt’s dick hit the back of Hansel’s throat, while the glittering light of the chandelier dappled a thousand sparkles across Gerhardt’s naked body, writhing at Hansel’s easy instigation. “I love our apartment.”
Hansel grasped his balls, pulling a small cry from Gerhardt. Then,pop! “Don’t you like our table?”
“Hansel, I love our table—” His dick in his mouth, so hot and loving, and commanding in a way Hansel rarely was. Hansel wrenched his plate closer and Gerhardt with it, his knees falling over Hansel’s shoulders, and Hansel’s movements as though hehadn’t eaten in months. He sucked Gerhardt’s dick down, and he caressed his balls, and truly, Gerhardt didn’t need another thing in all the world. He was so enthralled, in fact, that he didn’t hear the lid of the glass vial tap down on that wonderful table.
He was so deeply lost to pleasure, he barely noticed Hansel’s hand disappear from his balls.
He did, however, feel it when Hansel’s oiled fingers found his tight hole, and when Hansel came off his dick and said, “But despite everything, you want more.”
Their gazes met, fire and fire, and yes, Gerhardt did want more. “Give it to me, Hansel.”
Hansel’s fingers circled his hole, insistent, pushing, but not breaking through, while the head of his dick sank between those abiding lips. Around and around his fingers pressed, never giving him what he wanted, until he couldn’t take the teasing anymore and begged, “More, Hansel. Give me more.”
At his word, two fingers pushed in. Gerhardt’s back arched with pleasure, and Hansel’s mouth was ready to catch him. His dick reverberated with Hansel’s approving grunt. His arms shook, and he leaned back hard on sweating hands, while Hansel pulled his fingers back, careful with him, but making sure Gerhardt got a full taste of what he hungered for.
Yes, Hansel had fingered him before, but with this first determined incursion came the promise that Hansel was just getting started this time. Again he pressed them in, curling his fingers to sweep his sweet spot, his palm massaging his balls, his mouth working hot and hard. And Gerhardt, for as much as he could think about anything, slightly panicked, because Hansel had him on the table, Hansel was using his royal lubricant, Hansel was maybe about to give him what he’d been begging for all those months, and Gerhardtcouldn’tcome yet. He wanted it to last, and last, and last.
“Hansel,” he uttered on shuddering breaths. “Hansel… dick… please…”
He received a gruff grunt for all his effort, and Hansel only wrapped his tongue about his cock and worked him even more unmercifully.
Surely, Hansel was not trying to make him come so soon?
But as Gerhardt sank one trembling hand into his fiery locks, as Hansel moaned his enjoyment, he wondered, was that such a bad thing? They could certainly fuck on the table other days. All the days. Maybe today, since Hansel seemed so intent on drinking him down, he could let himself—
No!
He’d forgone Hansel’s delicious food. He’d gotten himself all ready for this. He’d bought eye-wateringly expensive lubricant! No. Today wastheday.
“Hansel!” He made a fist and ripped Hansel’s head from his cock. The way the lips came plump and red, that flush to his cheeks, it took everything in Gerhardt not to push him back down and finish in his mouth.
Instead, he held tight as he could and demanded, “Give me dick, now.”
Hansel stood, but he didn’t take his fingers from Gerhardt’s tight hole. “Now?” He moved his body closer to Gerhardt, the enormous mass of him, so broad and well fed, the red hairs on his chest, the imposing heat of him pressed against Gerhardt. He wrapped his hand around the back of Gerhardt’s neck and wrenched him in close, stealing a scathing kiss. Then he pulled him back and held him inches away, taking his breath with his own as he curled his fingers, sending blissful shudders through Gerhardt. “Are you going to tell me that doesn’t feel good?”
“No,” Gerhardt gasped out. A bruising kiss silenced him, nothing but the delicious slapping sound of Hansel’s fingers fucking him. “It feels… Oh, Hansel…”
Hansel pushed another finger in, tightening his grip on Gerhardt’s neck as he lost control, nothing but a whimper and a cry and a puddle of a man, pliant in his hold, his dick full, ready to burst with pleasure.
“You said you want more, brother. Do you think you can take it?” He shoved his hand deeper, revelling in the pleasured cries that broke from Gerhardt, that ricocheted off his tall walls, the high ceiling of their own apartment. “I’m going to fuck you so good, Gerhardt. I will keep you full. I promised you that.”
And full he was. Already. Three of Hansel’s big, manly fingers, pushing him wide, stretching him open. He knew he was going to need it. He was mentally prepared for the challenge. But could anything physically prepare him forthat?
As if they had a mind of their own, drawn to the one thing he was capable of thinking about, his fingers stretched out for the tie of Hansel’s breeches. He felt the reprimanding huff against his cheek, and his lust-drunk eyes opened hazy on his beautiful lover. “Please? Just a taste?” He ripped at the strings.
“You’re so greedy.”
“Only because you love giving it to me.”
He wasn’t wrong.
