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With his jeans still open, his hips move against the edge of the couch every time he sucks me down, chasing pressure he isn’t getting.

I don’t want to wait my turn.

“Get up here.”

He pulls off, breathing hard. “I’m busy.”

I catch him under the arms and drag him onto the couch.

“Jesus, Pope.” He has to brace a hand against the back cushions to keep from landing on me. “Use your words.”

“Turn around.”

His mouth curves after one blink. “Oh.”

Fraser kicks his jeans and underwear the rest of the way off. I barely have time to push my sweatpants down before he swings a leg over me facing the other direction. His knees sink into the cushions on either side of my shoulders. His cock hangs inches above my mouth, flushed dark at the head and shining where he leaked through his underwear.

I put both hands on his ass and pull him down.

His whole body jerks when I take him into my mouth. A curse lands hot against my cock before his lips close around me again.

Every time Fraser starts sucking in earnest, I hollow my cheeks or drag my tongue over the head and his mouth falters. When he takes me deep enough to make my thighs tense, I tighten my grip on his hips and do the same to him.

He moans around my cock. The vibration goes straight through me.

I suck him harder to make him do it again.

Another broken sound muffles against my cock, followed by the scrape of his fingers against my thigh. I take him deeper to hear it again.

I pull back to work my tongue under the head. Saliva spills over my lips and runs onto my chin. Fraser lifts his hips after me, trying to stay in my mouth while he drags his own mouth up my cock.

“Fuck,” he says against the head. “Ben.”

I take him all the way down.

His hand clamps around the base of my cock. He stops sucking, forehead pressed to my hip, and shudders above me while I hold him there. My eyes water. I don’t care. His thighs are shaking beside my head.

I let him slip from my mouth with a wet gasp.

“You stopped,” I say.

He turns his head enough to bite the inside of my thigh. “Give me a second.”

“No.”

Fraser laughs once, breathless. Then his tongue presses flat to the underside of my cock and follows it to the tip.

The laugh disappears from me.

He takes only the head and sucks hard. His fist twists below his mouth, tight and slick. I dig my fingers into his ass and take his cock again.

He jerks forward. My cock slides deeper between his lips.

Fraser sucks me in fast, greedy pulls while his hips push against my mouth. I can’t keep my hand still on him anymore. I use my fist where my lips can’t reach and taste salt every time his cock drags over my tongue.

The couch shifts under us. My heel knocks one of the remote controls to the floor. Fraser nearly slides off my chest, catches himself, and never takes his mouth off me.

That almost makes me laugh. Then he hums around the head and I can’t breathe.