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And then he was moving his fingers and dropping his head to suck Rafe’s balls in his mouth.
Mickey did all of it over and over again, licking and teasing and biting and sucking until Rafe gasped he was close again.
And then it started up again and Rafe soon lost track of what he was doing or how often he got to the edge. He was shaking by the time he finally sobbed, “Please, Mickey. Please let me come.”
When Mickey finally allowed him to come, he felt like he was turning inside out. It was like the first orgasm tonight hadn’teven happened and months of pent-up need boiled out of him, so intense it left him shaking and overwhelmed, his cheeks wet.
But Mickey was there, shifting to lie beside him, wrapping his arms around him tightly and murmuring something in his ear. English? German? Rafe had no idea. But it didn’t really matter.
Not when Mickey held him so close and touched him like that.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Mickey awoke to the sound of his alarm.
Rafe stirred beside him and Mickey rolled over to shut off the noise. When he returned to his position spooning Rafe, Rafe made a happy little noise, then buried his face in the pillow like he had no intention of moving any time soon.
Mickey laughed softly, rubbing his nose against the back of Rafe’s neck. He was pretty damn adorable first thing in the morning, all cozy and content in Mickey’s arms.
Mickey understood it though. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so light. So sure he’d made the right choice. So sure this was the start of something unbelievably good.
Last night, after watching Rafe come apart completely, Mickey had jerked off onto Rafe’s abs and chest, staring down at the marks littering his skin and the glisten of his cum in Rafe’s chest hair and thought,Yes. Mine.
The smug satisfaction must have shown on his face, but Rafe had merely beamed at him.
They’d been forced to take a second shower before they finally fixed the messy bedding and settled in to sleep.
Now, Rafe let out a pleased little noise and Mickey wondered why until he realized he’d been rubbing his hardening cock against Rafe’s ass. He imagined waking up like this with Rafe’s hole still a little loose from the night before and pressing inside, using the remaining lube and cum from the last time he fucked Rafe to ease his way.
That wasn’t an option, not today, anddefinitelynot until Mickey got tested. But he could certainly fuck Rafe’s thighs while he jerked him off.
Rafe let out an annoyed sound when Mickey rolled away, like he thought he was getting up.
“Just getting lube,” Mickey whispered, grabbing it from the nightstand.
Rafe’s noises turned happy again, and Mickey smiled once more, pressing a kiss to the top of his spine as he coaxed Rafe to move his knee forward to give Mickey better access.
Mickey swiped some of the gel across his cock, then pressed between those thick thighs, the space between them slick from sweat. Together with the lube, it made for an easy glide that, along with the heat of Rafe’s body and the sounds he made, went straight to Mickey’s head, leaving him feeling a little dazed.
He slicked his hand and reached over Rafe’s hip, dragging his palm along Rafe’s shaft.
It was a little awkward using his left hand, but the sounds Rafe made were still happy and content, so Mickey kept going. He closed his eyes and breathed in Rafe’s scent. It was warm and alittle musky from sleep. He must have put on something scented after their shower, deodorant probably, and it was woodsy and warm.
The scent was both comforting and arousing, leaving him feeling content and eager for more all at once.
So Mickey kept fucking Rafe’s thighs and tightened his grip on Rafe’s dick, working him harder and faster, using his thumb to tease at the sensitive spot along the crown.
“Close,” Rafe choked out.
Mickey eased off, returning his strokes to slow, gentle teases that made Rafe shift restlessly on the bed, seeking more.
All the while, Mickey kept fucking into the slick tunnel of his thighs, breathing hotly against the back of Rafe’s neck and interspersing it with nibbling bites and soft licks that made Rafe squirm even more.
Mickey sped up his strokes again, toying with the head of Rafe’s cock for a while before he moved his hand lower to tug at his balls. The sounds Rafe let out, these low, quiet whimpers and groans, made Mickey even harder.
He managed to bring Rafe to the edge one more time before backing off. This time, when the urgency built for them both, he told Rafe to hold off as his own orgasm hit, biting Rafe’s shoulder to muffle his shout.
When Mickey’s head finally cleared, he was panting a little, his head pounding in time with his heartbeat. He pushed the sensation away, too intent on taking the opportunity to do something he’d been thinking about for a long time.
