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Fraser closes his lips around the head.

Fuck.

His mouth is softer than I imagined and twice as hot. He sucks slowly at first, dragging his tongue along the underside while his eyes stay fixed on mine. My hand goes into his hair and tightens. He keeps watching as he takes another inch.

I know what a mouth feels like around my cock. I don’t know why Fraser’s makes my thighs shake.

Fraser pulls back until only the head remains between his lips. His tongue circles it, lingering under the ridge, and my hips shove forward before I decide to move.

He takes me.

His throat works around the head. The sudden tight heat tears a groan out of me. I hold his hair without pushing while he goes deeper on his own, his nose almost brushing the dark hair at my base before he pulls back with a wet sound.

“Again.” My voice barely sounds like mine. “Take it again.”

His eyes flash. He grips the backs of my thighs and swallows me until his lips reach my fist. My cock slides over his tongue and into his throat. I feel every inch of his mouth giving way.

“Good.” I brush my thumb over his temple. “Just like that.”

He sets a rhythm. Deep, then shallow, then deep again. Saliva spills over his lower lip and slicks my shaft. The room fills with the wet sound of his mouth and my breathing getting rougher no matter how hard I try to control it.

Fraser’s cock is still leaking between his thighs. He reaches for it.

“Don’t.”

He looks up at me without letting my cock fall from his mouth.

“Leave it.” I rub my thumb over the hollow of his cheek. “I want you hard when I’m done.”

He moans. His hand drops to my calf instead, fingers digging in as he takes me deep.

The sight is obscene. Nolan Fraser is on his knees with my cock stretching his lips, naked and desperate enough to obey me. His eyes stay defiant even while he sucks exactly the way I told him to.

“You wanted to know what gets me excited.” I push my cock slowly over his tongue. “Look at you.”

His eyes narrow, but his mouth sucks harder.

Pleasure builds at the base of my spine. My balls pull up tight, and the next pass of his tongue sends a sharp pulse through my cock. I’m close. Too close. Another few seconds of that wet suction and I’ll come down his throat.

For one wild moment, I want to. I want to hold his head in place and feel him swallow everything I give him.

Not yet.

I pull out.

Fraser follows me, mouth open, trying to take me back. His lips are wet and red. A line of saliva breaks between his tongue and the head of my cock.

“What the fuck?” he gasps.

I hook a hand under his arm and haul him to his feet. He comes up fast and solid against me. Before he can recover, I turn him toward the wall beside the door.

“Hands on the wall.”

He braces both palms against it. His ass lifts, firm and bare in front of me.

My cock is still wet from his mouth. I fit it between the cheeks of his ass and roll my hips.

The slick head drags over hot skin. Fraser pushes back, trapping me tighter, and we both groan.