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“Fuck.” Brick managed to crank the heat down on the stove before his mind surrendered full control to his dick. Jules’s hand was down his pants, palming his cock, and Brick groaned encouragingly.

Jules was touching him gently, slowly, tracing the side of Brick’s shaft up to the head and then back down again. He was exploring, clearly enjoying himself, and he kissed Brick’s earlobe. “You know, I didn’t get the chance to really appreciate just how fuckin pretty you are. Take your clothes off for me, baby boy.”

“R-right now?” Brick gasped when Jules squeezed his cock.

“Right now.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Brick squirmed as he stripped off his clothing, his cock bobbing as he kicked his way out of his slippers and then his pants. The moment he was naked save for his socks, Jules grabbed him and set him up on the opposite counter. “Oh, shit!”

“Too fast?” Jules slid his hands up Brick’s thighs as he stepped between them.

“No, it’s good.” Brick squeezed Jules’s biceps. “Still getting used to having a guy who can throw me around.”

“You like that shit?” Jules kept moving his hands up until his thumbs met Brick’s groin. He traced the creases there, his thick fingers spreading over Brick’s hips.

“Fuck yeah, Daddy.” Brick grinned. “I love it.”

“Good.” Jules dropped his hands back to Brick’s legs, lower now so he could spread them wide. He went to his knees, and he was so tall that he still had to bow his head when he went in to nuzzle Brick’s inner thigh.

Brick’s hands went to the top of Jules’s head, his nails scratching over his buzzed scalp. Brick was breathing hard, his cock throbbing in time with the pounding of his heart as he looked down in awe at the sight of this gorgeous man on his knees. “Wow, you’re—you’re really going for it, Daddy.”

“Daddy ain’t no stranger to eatin’ ass, baby boy.” Jules licked his lips, pushing Brick’s balls up out of his way as he went right in to lick a hot strip over Brick’s asshole. “Mmm, that’s nice.”

“Oh, f-fuck!” Brick jerked, and his head dropped back on the cabinets behind him.

Jules licked him again, giving Brick’s balls a soft squeeze. He lapped around his hole in lazy circles, and one of his thick fingers teased entry. He didn’t actually try to press in, but he applied just enough pressure to make Brick writhe. As Brick’s asshole got wetter, Jules did push in, but only the very tip of his finger. “Fuck, your little asshole is tight.”

“Mm, thank you, Daddy.” Brick moaned when Jules’s tongue pressed up against his finger that was in Brick’s hole, teasing where his ass was being stretched.

Jules got back to working his tongue, flicking at Brick’s hole and lapping around his finger as he pressed in deeper. He sucked, kissed, and even growled as he went at it, and there was no question that he was loving every second of it.

Brick was whimpering and twitching, and he could see a bubble of precome glistening at the head of his untouched dick. He grabbed his dick, stroking for a few moments to relieve the tension, but Jules grunted in dismay.

“Uh-uh. You leave that alone,” Jules warned. “That’s mine now, baby boy.”

“What?” Brick gritted his teeth.

“I told you. That’s Daddy’s.” Jules smirked. “And Daddy didn’t say you could play with it. Don’t you worry. I’ll get to it when I’m good and ready.”

“Come on,” Brick pleaded.

“Uh-uh.” Jules stood, pulling back his hand and wiping off his mouth on his forearm. He reached for Brick’s hips and lifted him up and off the counter so he was standing in front of him. “Go on and turn around. Put your hands on the counter and stick your pretty little ass out for me.”

“Daddy.” Brick’s cock twitched, and he tried pressing himself back into Jules’s arms. “Just lemme come real quick, and we can mess around some more after dinner.”

“Nope.” Jules grinned. “The more you argue, the longer it’s gonna take for you to come, baby boy. I’ll keep your sweet little ass edged out all night.”

Brick’s stomach dropped like he’d fallen off the edge of a bridge, and he whimpered. There was no doubt in his mind that Jules would do it.

“Be a good boy, bend over, and Daddy will take care of you,” Jules promised.

“All right, Daddy.” Brick turned to brace himself on the counter, scooting his feet back so he could present himself to Jules. The urge to behave was fueled by the knowledge that he’d be rewarded, but damn if he didn’t want to come so badly that his balls ached.

The earlier tease from when they were making out on the wall only added to the fire, as well as that hearty smack he’d gotten too. Brick couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so hungry for another person, and he surprised himself with the way he moaned when Jules grabbed his ass. The simple touch excited him, got him hotter, and he let out a startled cry when Jules kicked his legs farther apart.

“There we go.” Jules dug into Brick’s cheeks, spreading them wide and spitting right on his hole. He slipped in one of his thumbs, tugging at the rim and massaging his way deeper within. “Look at that, baby boy. Your little asshole is just suckin’ me right in. Fuck, that’s beautiful.”

“Thank you, Daddy. Mm, fuck, it feels so good.” Brick let his head fall forward, savoring the pressure of Jules probing his asshole. Jules fucked his hole with patient little thrusts, stretching out the tender muscle until he was sliding in and out effortlessly. Brick clenched around Jules’s thumb, and he suddenly wanted more. He wanted Jules’s fingers, his cock, something, anything.

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