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Lucas didn’t pull off Frankie’s cock. He just smiled around it, and then his eyelids drifted shut, and he took him down as far as he could, making up the rest of the room with a tight grip of his fingers. He picked up speed after that, slurping the head, swirling his tongue around before dipping into the slit, then taking him in a lush swallow.
Frankie’s thighs began to shake, and his balls felt suddenly tight and heavy at the same time. “Fuck, baby. Fuck. I’m…I’m gonna come. If you don’t want to swallow it?—”
Lucas hummed and began to jerk him harder with his hand, his lips fitting around the head and suckling there until Frankie lost it. He took in a single inhale, and then as he released his breath, he came all over Lucas’s tongue.
Some of it dribbled along the corners of his lips as he swallowed heavily, and when he pulled back, he was a mess. His lips were shiny and swollen, cheeks pink, and his free hand was rubbing at his crotch, which was tented with his erection.
“Christ,” Frankie rasped.
Lucas swiped his hand over his mouth, then on the side of his jeans as he crawled forward, feeling with his free hand until his head wasn’t at risk of knocking against the desk. He sat up taller and set his palms on Frankie’s thighs before creeping them upward.
His fingers were careful with Frankie’s now soft, sensitive dick. He traced the shape of it, felt the weight against his palm, his thumb pressing against his slit, which was tucked inside his foreskin.
“Not cut,” Lucas murmured.
Frankie shook his head and hummed. “No.” He was grateful to his mother for that one thing.
“It’s not like mine,” Lucas said as he carefully tucked Frankie back into his boxers, then did up his zipper and button. Helicked his lips, tongue lingering in the corners of his mouth. “Did I make a mess?”
“Yes,” Frankie said. He leaned forward and licked a smudge of come from the edge of his jaw before pushing his tongue into Lucas’s mouth and taking a heavy, deep, slow kiss. “You made a beautiful mess of yourself, princess. And I want to take you home and mess you up a little more.”
Lucas pulled back with a smirk. “Well, you can. Your boss just said so.”
Frankie blinked, then burst into laughter and yanked Lucas into his lap, kissing him again, then again, and then one more time. “I like you. This was the best afternoon in my office I’ve ever had.”
“And corporate-approved hooky.”
“If only they knew,” Frankie murmured. He tasted the sweat on Lucas’s neck before easing him off his lap. “Why don’t I give you a ride home.”
Lucas smiled. “Only if you’re going my way.”
Standing, Frankie put his hands on Lucas’s hips and pulled him in close. “I will be going your way as long as you want me to.”
Lucas’s mouth did something complicated—an expression Frankie had seen before but couldn’t read yet. Then his lips softened, and he nodded. “Can I be your passenger princess?”
Frankie laughed and kissed him one last time for good measure. “The spot is yours.”
“For now?”
For good, Frankie thought to himself, but he decided in that moment, for the sake of them both, it was better that he not say the words.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
LUCAS
“What doyou need from me to get around my place?” Frankie asked as he shut the front door.
Lucas had a vague idea of what Frankie’s place looked like, only because of his own. So long as the floor plan was the same, he’d be able to get from room to room. The only risk was tripping over furniture and getting a concussion on a low table—which had happened before.
He moved his cane from his left to his right hand and then pointed. “Window?”
“Mhm.”
He pointed to the left. “Kitchen. Bathroom?”
Frankie chuckled and slung his arm around Lucas’s waist, then dragged his fingers down his arm until he was holding his wrist. “The layout is the same. My couch is there,” he said, guiding Lucas’s hand in the direction of the window. “It’s up against the wall.”
“Coffee table?”
