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Evan writhed, pulling helplessly at his bonds. “Fuck, Quincy. Need you. Just like that…”

Quincy took him deeper. All the way down, into sinfully tight warmth. Damn. He didn’t need to breathe. Quincy’s throat pulsed around him, on and on as Quincy rose and fell, licking with each upswing.

Evan was going to explode. “Close, Sir, I’m close…”

Quincy pulled off. “Don’t come.”

A wave of need pulsed through him, the warring push-pull of wanting to please his Dom, to do absolutely anything for him, and the sheer, wicked hotness of knowing that Quincy knew what he was doing, was tormenting Evan and withholding his release.

Evan wasn’t sure how he managed to hold back.

Quincy took over the rhythm with his hand, long strokes up his length, while his thumb played with his head, hitting each point that made him whimper and moan. Quincy’s other hand wandered over his chest, brushing and pinching his nipples. Evan’s balls drew up tight, every muscle in his body clenched as he fought against his coming climax.

“Don’t come, Evan.” Quincy’s eyes were stormy, watching him writhe on the couch. “Don’t come.” This was a whole new side of him. His inner dominance truly unleashed.

“Quincy… Sir…” Evan was trembling, hips locked an inch off the couch. “I can’t…”

“Relax, Evan.”

Panting for air, Evan forced his hips back down. He let his arms flop in Quincy’s hold. Quincy hadn’t slowed the liquid strokes that were driving him on, but Evan willed himself to relax. To let go. To give everything over to his Dom.

“Good boy,” Quincy murmured, pinching a nipple to the point of thrilling agony.

That was the moment. Evan could feel tears leaking down his temples. He was Quincy’s. Completely. Helplessly.

Whimpers escaped him as the pleasure built past the point of endurance and his whole world became Quincy’s hands on him.

Soft lips brushed over his. One hand tangled roughly in his hair, while the other stroked him past his control. Then the quietest whisper. “Come, boy.”

Evan exploded, lights dancing behind his closed eyes. He arched up, mouth pressed urgently to Quincy’s, the only part of him he could reach.

Quincy obliged him, devouring him with his kiss. He was drowning. He was floating. Quincy’s hand never faltered on Evan’s cock, wringing the last drops of cum and bliss from his exhausted, oversensitive body while Quincy fucked him with his tongue.

Then Quincy froze. Between one second and the next, he went unnaturally still, a statue caught awkwardly in the middle of their kiss.

Evan stilled, too. Had Quincy… overloaded again? Was he alright?

Then a deep moan flooded Evan’s mouth. A call of anguish and pleasure and need. There were no words in any language, but it was the most intrinsically human sound he could have made.

Was that an orgasm? Or something similar?

Quincy fell again to kiss Evan, but softer now. Sweeter.

Evan wiggled his hands. “Let me go,” he whispered. “I want to touch you.”

The claws retracted, and Evan could finally, finally touch all of that sexy, hairless skin. He wanted to memorize every muscle and ridge, but even more, he wanted Quincy close to him.

Quincy was focused on cleaning him up, though, wiping down Evan’s chest and his own hands with Quincy’s discarded shirt.

“Hold me,” Evan murmured. Because he always got clingy and stupid after sex. Hopefully Quincy wouldn’t mind.

He wasn’t expecting two strong arms to scoop under him and pick him up like he didn’t weigh a thing. Evan’s arms automatically flew around Quincy’s neck. Fuck, was that hot. “What are you doing?” he asked anyway.

“Taking you to bed. There isn’t room on the couch.” He kissed Evan again as he walked unerringly down the hall.

Quincy stepped sideways through the door, then deposited Evan on the bed. He hesitated, then climbed in next to him and pulled up the covers. “Is this okay?”

God, it was adorable watching Quincy shift from confident Dom to cute boyfriend. Well, not boyfriend. They hadn’t talked about that. But he clearly wasn’t looking to be a Dom all the time. If it was even something he was interested in for the long term.