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“Oh, they’re delicious. Just wait until you—mmm.” Brick sighed longingly when Jules grinded against his ass. Jules’s thin sweats did nothing to hide how hard he was, and Brick arched back to meet him. “Mmm, Daddy.”

“Yeah, baby boy?” Jules went beneath Brick’s shirt, his strong fingers stroking Brick’s stomach and the lines of his hips.

Brick almost forgot to flip the damn pan, and he leaned into every delicious touch. Jules’s hands were all over him—he was getting so damn hard—and he moaned when Jules mouthed along his neck. He was already starting to pant when he opened up the pan to pop the fish onto the plate waiting on the counter.

“So, that’s a bungeoppang?” Jules asked casually, as if his hand wasn’t sliding down the front of Brick’s jeans and squeezing his dick.

“Y-yeah, that’s it, Daddy.” Brick braced himself on the edge of the stove. “Hope you like it.”

Jules unbuttoned Brick’s fly, and he pushed his hand inside Brick’s underwear to grab his dick. He was more confident than before, wrapping his fingers around Brick and stroking him firmly. He reached for one of the pastries, taking a bite of it even though it was piping hot, and he squeezed Brick’s cock. “Oh, now that’s some good shit.”

“Mmm, which one did you get?”

“The Nutella. Hang on. Lemme try the other one.” Jules inhaled the first bungeoppang and then eagerly reached for the second one. “Fuck me, that’s good as hell too.”

“Good. Mmm, that’s really good.” Brick rocked up into Jules’s hand, dying for more as he rolled his hips back to grind on Jules’s cock. “You, uh, mm, you want some more, Daddy?”

“Fuck yeah. You said you got enough for six, right? That means four more.” Jules thumbed over the head of Brick’s cock. “You go on makin’ your little fishies and fillin’ ’em up, and then Daddy is gonna fuckin’ fill you up.” Jules teased Brick’s earlobe with his teeth. “Would you like that, baby boy? I bet you want it real bad. You want Daddy’s come, don’t you?”

“Oh, fuck.” Brick’s legs almost buckled. “Yes, Daddy. God. Yes. I want your come.”

“Better hurry. Daddy doesn’t like waiting.”

Chapter Ten

Pouring batter in any precise or measured way was a literal impossibility for Brick with Jules’s hand on his cock.

There was a unique thrill knowing his was the only dick Jules had ever touched—other than his own, of course—and it made this moment searing hot.

It also made a huge mess because Brick seriously could not pour with any accuracy. He managed to get two fish done with minimal spillage, but when Jules pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees, batter went everywhere.

“Come on, baby boy,” Jules teased. “You’re makin’ a mess.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Brick whimpered. “It feels so damn good. I can’t stop thinking about your come.”

“You a lil’ come slut, baby?” Jules groped Brick’s ass, squeezing his cheek hard. “Huh? You like gettin’ stuffed with come?”

“Fuck. Yes. I want it, Daddy. Please, please, please.”

“As soon as you’re done, baby boy. Almost there.”

Brick was excited. He’d thoroughly enjoyed everything he and Jules had done so far, but this was it. This was the next level.

He was gonna finally get that dick.

It wasn’t the longest he’d ever waited to go all the way—and definitely not the shortest—but it was… different.

This was going to be special.

His hand was shaking when he flipped the bungeoppang for the final time, and he tried to count off the two minutes in his head. He kept losing what number he was on, and he was definitely more than a little distracted by Jules playing with his asshole.

Jules’s finger was slick as it pushed inside Brick, and the soft click of a nearby kitchen cabinet closing betrayed where he had gotten the lube from. Brick assumed Jules had grabbed the bottle when he’d gone over to his place to get the pan and other kitchen supplies, and he briefly wondered if Jules had brought over anything else.

But to put lube in the kitchen…

“You were planning this,” Brick realized out loud.

“Maybe.” Jules was smiling, judging by the sound of his voice.

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