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“Mmm, fuck, yeah… Daddy’s gonna come.” Jules gritted his teeth, hissing sharply. “Come on, baby boy. Come with Daddy. Get your hand on your fuckin’ dick. Right now.”

Brick didn’t hesitate to grab his dick, stroking himself frantically to hardness as he continued to get pounded. His thighs tensed, trembling within seconds, and he could practically taste his orgasm. Heat was fogging his vision, and rolls of thunder crashed in his ears as he put everything he had into coming as fast as he could. Each slam of Jules’s cock tipped him closer and closer to the edge, and Jules’s repeated command to come sent shocks through Brick’s body, zooming from a void deep within his chest down to the tip of his aching cock.

“Daddy, I’m… I’m… oh fuck!” Brick groaned breathlessly, every muscle ratcheting up tighter and tighter until the pressure snapped with the force of a dam exploding. He came so hard that his head throbbed from the rush, and he trembled in Jules’s arms as he panted, “Coming, coming, oh fuck me, fuck me, Daddy! I’m fuckin’ coming!”

Jules’s reply was a snarl, heavy panting, and then a relieved groan of pleasure. He was coming now, pumping his load deep, and each ferocious slam was punctuated with a low grunt.

Brick could feel Jules’s cock swelling inside of him, the heat of his come, and it was the perfect complement to the dwindling tremors of his own climax. He had to kiss Jules then, out of breath and sloppy, but he wanted his mouth on his.

Jules repositioned his arms around Brick’s waist so he could carry him back to the counter with his cock still buried in his ass. He rubbed Brick’s back as they caught their breath, and the kiss turned sugary sweet as they came down from their exceptional climaxes.

“Wow,” Brick whispered. “That was…” He trailed off, unable to pick an adjective to describe what they had just done.

“Very fuckin’ wow,” Jules agreed with a little smile. “You good? Daddy take good care of you?”

“The best.” Brick was grinning from ear to ear, his thighs were still twitching here and there, and he was absolutely wrung out from getting fucked into absolute madness. “That was so fuckin’ hot, Daddy. Please feel free to fuck me on any surface you’d like, horizontal or otherwise.”

“Don’t you worry, baby boy. I will.” Jules kissed him. “Mmph. Fuck. You were awesome.” He gingerly thrusted, his cock only half-hard now, but it was enough to make Brick squirm. “Your asshole is the most perfect fuckin’ thing I’ve ever fucked.” He thrusted again. “God, makes me wanna go again.”

Brick squeezed Jules’s waist with his legs. “Fuck, are you always this insatiable?”

“Does that mean I like to fuck a lot?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Then yeah. ’Cause I like fuckin’, and I really like fuckin’ you, baby boy.”

“I need a minute,” Brick pleaded. “Is that okay?”

“Whatever you want, baby boy.” Jules seemed content to hold Brick, and he squeezed his hips as he went in for another soft kiss. “I can wait.”

“How about…” Brick hated to ruin the wonderful vibe they had going right now, but reality was sneaking in fast and hanging over him like a storm cloud about to burst. “After you get back home tonight?”

Jules quirked a brow. “Yeah?”

“Look.” Brick sighed, and he tried to speak quickly. He had to get this out before he chickened out. “I know you have to go out later and do your criminal thing, okay? But I also know if it’s anything like dealing with that guy from my house, the guy who had a gun by the way, then it’s going to be dangerous. I haven’t really been thinking about it because maybe I’m, like, in denial or something, and I don’t want to worry about you, but I am, okay? Worried about you. So, I am giving you extra incentive to come back to me safe and sound.” He had forgotten to take a breath. “Whew. Okay. Got it?”

“I got it, baby boy.” Jules smiled warmly. “Don’t worry, baby boy. Daddy’s gonna come home and rock your fuckin’ world.”

“You’d fuckin’ better.”

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Sleep would not come, and Brick got tired of rolling back and forth in the big bed by himself. He grabbed his phone and groaned when he saw it was almost four o’clock in the morning. He briefly entertained masturbating just to take the edge off his nerves, but he decided to go watch TV downstairs instead.

He wasn’t going to be able to sleep until Jules came home.

The rest of their day had been cleaning up, cuddling, and enjoying the last of the bungeoppang pastries. As the hour grew late, Brick had nearly dozed off in Jules’s lap on the couch. Jules woke him up when it was time for him to get ready and leave, and he carried Brick upstairs to tuck him into bed.

Jules kissed him farewell, promised to text him when he was done, and he left Brick to fall asleep.

Except Brick didn’t.

Now that Jules was actually gone and there was nothing to distract him, Brick’s racing thoughts took over full force. He couldn’t stop thinking about what might be happening—was Jules out there killing someone? Was someone trying to hurt Jules? What would Brick do if Jules didn’t come home?

Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck.

There was no way he was going to be able to sleep.

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