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I raise an eyebrow. “Harassing him? Big words, Ollie. Are you sure you know what you’re talking about?”

If looks could kill. I just keep grinning as I open the fridge and get out a jug of milk.

I look forward to tasting Lane’s sweet lips after he’s eaten that candy. I wish I could do it now. What would Oliver say if I just walked right up, grabbed Lane by the waist, and kissed him stupid? I don’t know. But it would blow our cover, and Lane would be annoyed with me. He might even be so annoyed he’d reject me, and I can’t have that.

It’s not like I care what Oliver thinks, but I have to remind myself again and again that the issue runs deeper, and that I can’t keep just thinking of my own needs and desires when it comes to Lane. Is it annoying? A little bit. But it’s worth it to keep him by my side.

Oliver’s phone rings. It’s Mom, asking about his college shit again. Oliver scuttles off to his room upstairs, leaving Lane in the kitchen without a word. Crestfallen, Lane stands with a bag of candy in one hand, looking unsure of what to do.

I hate that dejected look in his eyes. It’s all Oliver’s fault for abandoning my puppy. I would comfort him with words, but I’m not that good with words, and right now, it seems like he could use a distraction. “No more night-only rules,” I told him a while ago. This seems like an appropriate time to make good on my promise.

I scoot my chair back, relaxing my wide-legged posture. “Come here, puppy.”

Lane flicks his gaze to me and swipes his tongue over his upper lip. He looks back upstairs, where Oliver’s muffled voice is in deep discussion with Mom. Shit can get long-winded with those two.

Lane swallows. Something determined flickers across his expression, and then, without me having to tell him anything, he puts down the candy bag and drops to his knees.

Fuck, what a sight to see. I swallow thickly, not entirely able to keep my expression neutral, saliva pooling in my mouth at the sight of him crawling toward me on all fours. He places one hand after the next, eyes locked with mine, his cute little ass swaying as he makes his way across the kitchen tiles.

By the time he reaches my feet, his uncertainty comes back. I need to give him more direction. He craves this from me.

I nod toward my crotch, and Lane settles into his familiar position between my legs, hands folded on his thighs. The way he looks up at me is enough for my cock to thicken in my sweats. I suck in a breath, steadying myself. This isn’t for me; it’s for him. He needs to be guided. He needs a firm hand to tell him what to do so he doesn’t have to think about his worries, even if it’s only for a few stolen moments.

I part my thighs wider, allowing him to nudge his nose into my crotch. “Take a nice long sniff, puppy.”

He inhales deeply, breathing in the musky scent.

“That smell good?”

He lets out an unintelligible little moan, nodding.

I smile. “Thought so. Want a taste?”

Lane bites his lower lip, casting a glance over his shoulder. “Oliver’s upstairs.”

“He’ll be a while.”

“But…”

“Come on. It’s all wet for you.”

He flicks his gaze up, bright eyes shiny with hope. “For me?”

Something heady and thick wells up at the back of my throat as I realize that, yeah, it is for him. The head of my dick is leaking, and it’s all because of him crawling across the floor for me, smelling me, being close.

I reach out to grab a handful of his messy mop of newly dyed hair. “Just a lick. I know you want to.”

He nods. “I want to.”

“Good boy.” With that, I pull down the band of my sweatpants and free my cock. It bounces in front of Lane’s face, nearly smacking his cheek.

He takes another long sniff, eyes closed, before he sticks his tongue out and presses it to my slit.

I hiss through my teeth. Fuck, that feels good. Feels even better to know I have Lane between my legs, submissive and horny enough to be reckless like this. Moaning softly, he surges forward, wrapping his mouth around the head, sucking at it and lapping up the precum.

I pull his head back by his hair in reprimand. “What did I say? Just a lick.”

He looks up at me with pleading eyes. “Can I take it deep, just once? Please.”