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His hand stutters. He looks at me for half a second, eyes dark and mouth open, then tightens his grip and strokes faster.

I kiss him again. He moans into my mouth while my thumb drags over both slick heads. The wet friction is obscene, his cock jerking against mine every time I circle the tips. My thighs tense under him. I’m getting too close, and I don’t want this over yet.

Fraser seems to decide the same thing. He lets go and sits back on my legs. “My turn to see you.”

“You’ve been looking at me for a month.”

His gaze drops to my open jeans. “Locker rooms don’t count.”

His hands go to my open jeans. I lift my hips, and he drags them down with my underwear until my cock slaps against my stomach. He pushes the clothes to my ankles, and I kick them off.

Fraser goes still. His gaze travels from my shoulders down my chest. It catches at my stomach before settling between my legs. I know what I look like. Women have liked my body, and I’ve never been shy about taking my clothes off.

Fraser looking at me makes my skin feel too tight.

He puts both hands on my thighs and spreads them. His thumbs press into the muscle, slow and firm. The couch dips when he slides down between my knees.

“Fuck, Pope.”

“Good fuck or bad fuck?” I spread my legs farther.

He bends and bites the inside of my thigh.

My cock jerks toward his face. “I’ll take that as good.”

His mouth closes around the head.

Wet heat swallows me. Fraser’s tongue slides along the underside, catching the ridge before he sinks lower. My hand finds the back of the couch and grips it. The last time he sucked me, I stood over him and controlled every inch. Now he has me spread open on his couch, and he takes all of me.

His throat tightens around the head of my cock. The pressure rips a curse out of me. He pulls back with his cheeks hollowed, keeping the suction hard until only the tip rests on his tongue.

Then he does it again.

My free hand sinks into his curls. I don’t push. I hold on while his head moves between my thighs and his mouth gets wetter. Each pass ends with his nose near my stomach and his throat working around me.

The smug look he gives me says he already knows exactly what I like. He’s right. I would let him do this for hours.

Fraser cups my balls and rolls them in his palm. My hips come off the couch. He takes the movement, letting me slide deeper before he pins me down with one hand across my stomach. My orgasm rushes closer under the pressure of his palm.

“Nolan.” His name breaks on the way out. “I’m close.”

He looks up and sucks harder.

I come with my fingers twisted in his hair. The first pulse shoots across his tongue, and he keeps his mouth sealed around me. My cock jerks again and again while he swallows. His hand stays firm against my stomach, holding me down through every helpless thrust.

By the time he lifts his head, my whole body feels loose. He licks the last drop from the slit and watches my face while he does it.

“Still curious,” he says.

I pull him up and kiss him.

I taste myself on his tongue and kiss him harder, licking into his mouth until he groans and drops his full weight over me.

His cock is trapped between our stomachs, still rigid and leaking. It presses into my skin with every shift of his hips.

I roll him onto his back.

Fraser lands against the couch cushions with his hair wild and his lips swollen. Ink runs from his neck to his chest, down his ribs, and over his thigh. I’ve already had my mouth on most of it. I still want more.