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“Let me suck it?” Harris asked. He had no idea why he was asking permission, except it felt like Troy was fully in charge here and Harris wanted to go with it.

“I was just about to suck you,” Troy said, letting his robe drop to the floor.

“Oh, were you really?” Harris drawled. “After, what? Two hours of forgetting where my dick is?”

“Brat.” Troy turned himself so he was facing Harris’s feet and straddled his face. Harris had noticed before how meticulous Troy’s personal grooming was. His balls were smooth and hairless, and the hair around the base of his cock was a neatly trimmed dark patch. Harris kept on top of his own manscaping, but Troy was at a level that rivaled porn stars.

And now those smooth, heavy balls were dangling over Harris’s face, brushing his lips.

“Well?” Troy asked.

Harris huffed. “Listen, pal. You don’t get to be impatient after all that.” But he didn’t make Troy wait; he licked and then sucked one of his balls into his mouth, and enjoyed the soft gasp Troy let out.

Troy didn’t move, so Harris stayed focused on his balls, rolling one carefully on his tongue, and then the other. He licked behind them, pressing his tongue firmly against Troy’s perineum.

“Oh,” Troy said quietly. “God, that’s—”

Harris kept going, inching his tongue slowly back to Troy’s ass. He reached up and spread his hands on his ass cheeks, pulling them gently apart to give Troy a clue about his plans.

For a moment, Troy’s whole body seemed to freeze, and Harris stilled too. Then, Troy shifted forward, just a bit. Just enough to bring his hole closer to Harris’s mouth. Harris grinned at the offering, and wondered if anyone had done this to Troy before. It wasn’t something everyone was keen to do, but Harris was a fan.

He pressed his tongue flat against Troy’s hole, not moving. Just letting Troy feel the warm wetness of his tongue against the sensitive nerve endings there.

“Holy—” Troy gasped.

Harris licked a few slow strokes, then changed to a circular motion with the tip of his tongue. Within seconds, Troy was rocking against his mouth, moaning and swearing wantonly while Harris used every rimming trick he knew.

He wondered if Troy wanted Harris to fuck him. Harris would definitely be into that. He liked being taken hard, but he certainly had nothing against being on top. Especially when sex was like this: tender and sensuous and indulgent. When no one was in a hurry and it was all about exploration and discovery. He would love to slide into Troy, bury himself in him and rock together until they both shattered.

“Fuck, that’s good.” Troy panted. “Love your beard against my skin.”

Troy’s entrance was still closed tight like a fist, but Harris managed to wiggle the tip of his tongue inside.

“Ah!” Troy cried out. “Jesus. I need to—” Then he fell forward, pulling his ass away from Harris’s mouth and wrapping his lips around Harris’s cock.

Now Harris cried out, partly from the relief and surprise of finally having Troy’s mouth on his long-suffering erection, and partly from frustration. He’d wanted to see if he could relax Troy’s hole with his tongue, and now he couldn’t quite reach it.

But he could reach Troy’s dick, so he opened his mouth wide and let Troy slide inside.

Troy moaned, and the vibrations made Harris’s back arch. He hadn’t done this exact thing in a while, and he’d never done it next to a fire, being pressed into the floor of a cabin by a huge, heavy NHL player.

He hummed and moaned and sighed while he sucked Troy, because Harris couldn’t even be quiet when he had a dick in his mouth. He slid his palms over Troy’s thighs and hips and ass, unable to decide if he wanted to fuck this man, or be fucked, or just do this for now. After another minute, the decision was taken away from him when he realized he was on the brink of orgasm.

He made a loud, muffled hum to warn Troy, but Troy stayed on him, and seconds later Harris exploded into his mouth. It hit him so hard that he had to pull away from Troy’s dick. He cried out as intense pleasure ripped through him again and again. Through it all, Troy kept sucking, taking every drop and giving Harris as much pleasure as possible. Harris frantically tried to get his mouth back on Troy’s dick, knowing he was close, but was astonished when Troy started shooting into the air, spattering Harris’s chest with his release.

Even after all that, Troy kept peppering Harris’s spent cock with light kisses, eventually moving to Harris’s thighs and then, finally, pulling away. He lifted his leg so he wasn’t straddling Harris and turned so he could lie next to him on the rug.

“Thank you,” Troy said, his voice low and battered.

“Thank me?” Harris said with a tired laugh. “I was just trying to keep up.”

A wide, unguarded smile stretched across Troy’s face, and it sent a jolt through Harris that felt more powerful than his orgasm. Because he did that—he made Troy Barrett smile like that. Somehow, Harris had earned that, and he realized, in that moment, how fiercely he would protect that smile. How fiercely he would protect Troy.

Because he might be falling in love with him.

“What?” Troy asked, smile fading because Harris’s face must have shown some of his anxiety.

“Nothing,” Harris said quickly. “I’m just...hungry. We should order room service.”

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