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“No,” he admitted.

“Do you want another one?”

“Yes,” he said without thinking.

Andrew took his own cock out and beckoned Toren onto the couch, onto his lap. “Do us both.”

Toren curled his hand around his shaft and Andrew’s, not able to get his fingers around them both. He added his other hand, stroking their cocks from root to tip, grunting every time the slippery head of his dick dragged over his knuckles.

“I don’t want to come,” Andrew warned, snaking his hand around the back of Toren’s neck and pulling their faces together. “And I don’t want you to come. Not yet.”

Toren loosened his grip, moved slower.

He touched his cock and Andrew’s cock because it felt good to be touched and because Andrew had told him to do it. Toren’s head buzzed like he’d had twenty beers, not two. On the other side of the room, the man on the spanking bench was on the receiving end of a strong paddling. Andrew let his head fall against the back of the couch and both of them watched while Toren continued touching them.

“Do you want that?” Andrew asked, lips warm against Toren’s cheek.

“I don’t think so.”

“Softer?”

“I don’t know.” He flexed his grip. “Do you?”

“I want to make you feel good.”

Toren didn’t have anything to say to that, so they kept watching the scene unfold on the other side of the room. Eventually, another man came into the room. He walked around to the front of the bench and pulled his cock out. The man on the bench sucked him, moaning and writhing, paddle still coming down hard against his ass and the backs of his thighs. Toren didn’t think pain like that would be enjoyable, but he’d never imagined kneeling would be enjoyable either, and he’d lost almost an hour to the perfection of it.

“I love you.”

Andrew brushed their noses together, and then their lips. “Are you okay?”

Toren nodded, sinking into the kiss. Andrew smoothed his hands up and down Toren’s back, and Toren arched into his embrace. His hand still worked between their bodies, stroking their cocks slow and loose. It was to the point where even the barest touch raced through him like an electric charge, and with Andrew kissing him like that, Toren was right on the brink of blackout.

“This is overwhelming.”

Andrew curled his fingers around Toren’s and stopped him from stroking their cocks. He threaded their fingers together and lifted them up, kissing the precum off Toren’s hand with a breathy little moan. Toren smiled, humming at the warm glide of Andrew’s tongue.

“I feel like I could just float away if you weren’t holding me down,” he said.

“I think you might.” Andrew kissed the corner of his mouth. “Do you want to stay? Go?”

“I want you to decide.” The words left his mouth before he had any time to think about forming them. Andrew raised a brow, giving him a chance to take it back.

He didn’t want to.

“Some water and a smoke,” Andrew suggested.

He was careful about helping Toren get off his lap, very methodical about putting their hard cocks back into their pants. Toren was slow moving, even slower thinking. He followed Andrew to the bar for water, then to the patio. He fished his cigarettes out of his pants and set them on the cocktail table, breathing in deeply when Andrew pulled one out of the pack and raised it to Toren’s mouth.

Andrew clicked the lighter, and Toren sucked in a lungful of smoke. It was a familiar taste, smell, enough to draw him back into the present and ground him. It was a Friday night—actually early Saturday morning—and he was on the patio at Rapture with the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and rested the heel of his hand against the edge of the table, tipping his head back to stare up at the sky. The light pollution in LA was horrible, but he could make out the moon and part of Orion up there.

“Hey.” Andrew’s voice brought him back and he shivered, taking another drag of his cigarette. “Are you good?”

“I feel like I lost time,” he admitted. “Also like my skin is too small.”

“I think you’ll feel better once you come.”

Toren snorted. “Is that what you tell all the guys?”