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“A most successful morning,” Brick teased. He got up, groaning as Jules’s cock slipped out of him. The inevitable trickle of come dribbled between his thighs, and he tried to close his legs. He frowned when he looked at Jules’s stitches.

One of them had definitely popped, and there was a spot of blood bubbling up.

“Jules! Your leg!”

“Huh.” Jules didn’t even look at it. “Oopsies.”

“Oopsies? Really? Don’t you oopsies me.” Brick scoffed. “We need to clean that—”

“Hey, turn around.” Jules grinned slyly.

“What?”

“Turn around. I wanna see your asshole.”

“Daddy.” Brick’s face heated up, a new wave of lust surging through his core as he bent over for Jules. He put his hands on the coffee table to hold himself steady, and he shuddered as Jules’s hands went right for his cheeks to spread them wide. “Wanna see what you did to me?”

“Fuck yeah, I do.” Jules kneaded Brick’s cheeks, and his thumbs slid in to rub at his hole. “Look at that. You’re so soft and fuckin’ wet. That is so damn pretty.”

Brick groaned as Jules’s thumbs pressed in and pulled, opening his asshole back up. “F-fuck.”

“That’s fuckin’ hot, baby boy. My come’s just drippin’ out of you.” Jules thrusted his thumbs in deeper, massaging and teasing.

Brick’s cock twitched, and he could feel himself trying to get hard again. He gasped when Jules’s tongue was suddenly right there, pushing inside his asshole. He was sensitive from being freshly fucked, and each powerful thrust of Jules’s tongue made Brick’s thighs shudder.

“Oh, Daddy,” Brick moaned. “That’s good.”

“Mmhmm,” Jules hummed in a deep purr. He gave Brick’s hole one last lick before pulling away and playfully smacking his ass. “Go, baby.”

“Yes, Daddy. Going right now.” Brick’s legs were wobbly as he walked over to the kitchen. He grabbed his pants and shirt on the way, and he found another pack of dish towels to clean with. Back in his pajamas and freshened up, he picked up another towel to bring over to Jules. “Here. For your leg.”

“It’s fine.” Jules was already putting his sweats back on. “Don’t worry about it.”

“As much as it delights me to obey your every whim, I am gonna have to decline that one.” Brick stopped Jules from getting his sweats over his knees, and he firmly pressed the towel against the stitches.

Jules hissed in pain and scowled at Brick. “You really do want to get your ass popped again, huh?”

“Do you have any kind of bandages or gauze?” Brick ignored him. “We should really cover these up with something.”

“How about I just wipe down my dick and call it a day?”

“How about no?” Brick smiled sweetly. “If you don’t have anything here, I’ve got some stuff back at my place.”

“Pretty sure that’s the last place we wanna be with the Finch family and all their people right across the street havin’ that funeral.”

“Fair.”

“Look in the master bathroom. There’s a first aid kit under the sink.” Jules quirked his brow. “Happy?”

“Deliriously.” Brick smooched Jules’s cheek and then headed upstairs to find the kit. It was right where Jules said it was, and Brick came back down with a few large bandages that would hopefully be enough to cover the stitches.

Jules was sipping whiskey, his pants still pulled down around his knees.

There was something intimate about seeing him there with his big cock all soft, his powerful body relaxed and comfortable. His smile was bright when he saw Brick. “You find it?”

“Got it.” Brick sat next to Jules and opened up the bandages. He leaned over to apply the first one, but the sound of the front door opening made him jump in surprise.

“Oh! Hey!” It was Junior, and his eyes widened comically big. “Shit!” He shut the door and stayed turned around. “I didn’t see fuckin’ nothin’!”

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