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Wren nodded, then looked down at him before backing away. He saw Percy’s expression shift into protest, so he held up his hand for silence, then walked to his dresser to pull out lube and condoms. He’d had so many plans tonight, but he realized all he wanted was to watch Percy fall apart under him.
“I’m going to make you see God tonight, sweetness,” Wren told him. He watched as Percy’s dick twitched harder the more he spoke. “And later this week, I’m going to fantasize and jerk myself fucking raw as I come up with ideas to make you beg and scream.”
Percy’s whole body trembled as his head fell back, and he covered his face with one hand.
Wren darted forward to pull it away, and he gave Percy’s lips a single tap with one finger. “Need to see these, beautiful.”
“I wasn’t saying anything,” Percy promised. “I’m just…overwhelmed. And really, really horny.”
Wren burst into laughter, but before Percy could take offense, he kissed him again, his hand dragging down the center of his chest, curling around his cock. He gave him three firm, fast strokes before letting go, loving the way Percy’s groan of protest rumbled through both their bodies.
“Don’t worry. You’ll come,” Wren assured him. “But right now, you’re going to spread those legs for me.”
Wren’s teeth dug into his lower lip as he watched Percy move, biting hard enough for the pain to bloom and distract him from the need to shoot off. Percy’s body was thick and gorgeous, and each movement was like a dance.
He ran his hand down Percy’s chest, testing the strength of his own control. He wanted to shove Percy’s knees to his chest and fuck him hard and fast until he was coming so hard he couldn’t see. But Percy deserved better—he deserved more. So Wren was going to see to it that he never forgot his own worth.
Grabbing Percy by the wrist, Wren guided his hand to his cock. It was flushed and leaking, and Percy wasted no time making a tight ring with his fingers. Wren stared down at Percy’s pale hand holding him, and he thrust forward into the circle of his fist.
“Like that,” he grunted. “Just like that. So good, gorgeous.”
Percy didn’t move—didn’t breathe. He just held himself there while Wren fucked his fist.
When Wren got a little too close to the edge for comfort, he stilled his motions, then grabbed a condom off the nightstand and tore it open. “Sit up for me, baby.”
Percy did, his arms trembling just a little as he pushed away from the pillows. Wren grinned down at him—at the fresh flush in his cheeks and the way his pupils were consuming half the blue in his eyes. He was so fucking gorgeous, and Wren wondered how anyone could have let this sweet, needy man go.
But he didn’t want the thoughts of Percy’s shitty ex haunting him during this moment, so he shoved them away.
“Open,” he said softly. With a finger, he pried Percy’s lips apart and then stuck the condom in front of his teeth. Holding Percy’s jaw steady, Wren positioned himself, pushing the head against the latex, and then thrust forward.
Percy sucked in a breath through his nose as the condom rolled on, and then Wren held himself inside Percy’s mouth until the man’s cheeks went mottled pink and his breathing began to labor.
“Too much?” Wren asked.
Percy quickly shook his head, then tapped his thumb on his chest, his fingers splayed wide. “Fine.”
Wren nodded, and he pulled out to pinch the tip, then laid it against Percy’s bottom lip. He sat there just watching as he drew the moment out, knowing that the anticipation must be killing his lover. He cupped Percy’s jaw and stroked his cheek with his thumb. Then, without much warning, he thrust back into his open mouth.
Percy got to work immediately. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked, and he tilted his head back so Wren’s cock could reach the back of his throat. Wren couldn’t hear the choking sound, but he felt the way Percy spasmed around him, but when he tried to pull back, Percy grabbed the backs of his thighs and held him steady.
“Easy, sweet thing. I’m gonna blow my load if you’re not careful,” Wren warned him.
Percy hummed, the vibrations fucking delicious, shooting up Wren’s spine and making him want to tear the condom off and decorate Percy’s face with his come. Percy’s eyes were all black now—entirely pupil with barely a ring of iris left. His breath was coming in heavy pants, his nostrils flaring, but his grip didn’t let up.
Wren gave an experimental thrust forward, and Percy groaned again.
“Is this really what you want? You want me to come like this?”
Percy managed a short nod, and that was all Wren needed. He held Percy’s jaw in a bruising grip and began to fuck his mouth in earnest. He did his best not to lose himself, watching every subtle shift in Percy, but the man was absolutely fucking gone. He was on another plane, his body pliant and relaxed in ways Wren had never seen a lover.
His hips kept up a steady rhythm, chasing that final push over the edge, and as Percy groaned again, Wren lost his control over it. His balls tightened, and warmth shot through him. His eyes closed, and he moved his grip to Percy’s hair, holding tight as he spilled into the condom. Percy groaned again, loud and powerful as it rumbled right under Wren’s skin, and he took a moment to just feel the aftershocks of it pulsing along Percy’s hot tongue.
After too long, the pleasure started to edge into discomfort, so he pulled back and yanked the condom off before brushing fingers along Percy’s swollen lips. The corners of his mouth were full of spit, and Wren wiped that away too.
Percy nestled into the touch like he was starved for it, and Wren couldn’t help but wonder how often he’d been used without any sort of care after. His heart ached a bit as he tossed the condom toward the bin, then urged Percy to his feet. His gait was unsteady, but he didn’t need to go far.
Wren eased him down onto the bed, then carefully cradled his cheeks and leaned in, their lips brushing when he spoke. “Tell me that was okay.”
