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“Kilian,” he said, all the warning he could muster.

Kilian redoubled his efforts, licking sloppy-wet across the head of Damir’s cock and forcing himself to go deep. His throat tightened again, and Damir couldn’t stop the orgasm building in his balls from rising, hot and heady. It shot out of his cock in thick pulses, the first few in Kilian’s mouth and the last ones across his cheeks and nose when Kilian had to pull off, breathing heavily.

“Good,” Damir breathed as he came down, not capable of complex words yet. “You were so good for me.”

Kilian blinked up at him with tears in his eyes. The mascara he’d worn tracked black smudges under his eyes; his lips were puffy and stained red, but not from the lip gloss he’d worn, instead, from the repeated applications of Damir’s cock. He was flushed from his cheeks all the way down into the collar of his shirt, where the glint of the necklace stood out against the pink of his skin.

Damir grabbed Kilian by the collar and drew him to his feet.

He was a mess, his shirt untucked, and his erection straining against the light gray of his suit pants, a wet stain by the head.

“Are you all wet for me?” Damir meant it to be mean, but it came out fond.

Kilian nodded frantically.

“You need to come? Need me to get you off?”

“Yes. Yes, please, please, Damir—”

Damir pushed him down onto the bed. He undid Kilian’s pants with one hand, palming the other across his side possessively. Then, he dragged Kilian’s pants and underwear down under his ass and took Kilian’s cock into his mouth.

Strange how the same act could be so different depending on how it was performed. He did to Kilian nominally the same thing Kilian had done to him. But with his hands pressing Kilian’s hips into the mattress and his body caging Kilian’s legs, Kilian was as helpless as he’d been on his knees, still Damir’s to command.

He was also desperate and needy and riding the edge from the second Damir touched him.

Damir made a game of it for a few short minutes, pulling away each time Kilian’s cries rose in pitch.

“Someday,” he promised, “I’ll really draw it out. Get you close over and over for hours, make you sweat and cry and beg.”

“Damir…” It would have been a threat if it weren’t quite so pathetic.

Damir kissed his hipbone. “But not today.”

He took Kilian’s cock into his mouth again and sucked him down.

Kilian cried out, trying to writhe in Damir’s grip and failing. A short, sharp “Ah!” left his mouth, and then he filled Damir’s with the cloying, bitter-salt taste of his come.

At least he’d learned to hydrate better.

Damir kicked off his pants and pulled Kilian’s off as well before crawling up the bed to take him into his arms.

“We should shower,” he said, eyeing the come flaking on Kilian’s cheekbone.

Kilian snuggled into his grip. “In a minute.”

They were both asleep before they could consider getting up again.

Chapter Nineteen

Cole Williams: Howie, how did you feel facing off against your old team?

Kilian: It was weird for sure. I’m glad I didn’t try to pass to Mooney. That would have been awkward.

Mark Tungsten: It’s a shame to see the Firecrackers’ win streak end two games before the franchise record.

Kilian: For sure. It always sucks when a hot streak ends. But if you watch the third period back, we got a lot of good opportunities and made a lot of great plays. We just couldn’t get past their defense. We weren’t bad; we just weren’t as good as Breezy and Luca.

Mark Tungsten: Any comment on all the players on the Sea Lions who’ve recently come forward as LGBTQ-plus?