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“Christian, let me in,” Devon calls from the other side.

“Go get your dick sucked,” I bite out, scrolling through my playlist for some hard and heavy beats.

He lets out a muffled sigh. “Just let me in.”

“Why? Finished already?”

“Christian.”

“Need to work on your stamina, homie,” I snort, my thumb hovering over the play button.

Devon's silent for a long moment. I almost start to worry that he left when a thump hits the door. “Please, hot shot. I want to talk.”

Pfft. I roll my eyes, even as my chest loosens slightly. Still, I say nothing and wait for him to speak again.

“Hello? I know you can still hear me. Open up before I bust in the door. I'll do it, Christian, I'm serious.”

“It's unlocked, dumbass.”

A beat passes before he opens the door and shuts it softly behind him, but I don't turn around.

“Say what you need to say and then get out,” I bark as I start up Like A Villain by Bad Omens. Not as loud as I intended, but at least it fills the space between us. “Slept like shit on that couch and I'm tired. And hungry. Matter of fact, why don't you make me some breakfast, since you currently live here rent-free⁠—”

A hand lands on my shoulder and spins me around, cutting off my rant. My back hits the stereo, rattling the blinds. To my absolute shock, Devon immediately drops to his knees before taking my soft cock between his lips.

“Oh, fuck.” I grab onto his hair out of reflex while he grips my ass and sucks on my dick until it thickens.

“This what you wanted?” He pops off my length with one long lick. “My mouth on you instead?”

His lips kiss the side of my shaft, then my thighs, before caressing over my sac. When he pulls one gently into his mouth, I let out a groan, nearly blowing at the sight of him on his knees.

“So pretty, pastelito,” I murmur, cradling his face as he buries his nose in my groin. The last time I had him kneeling like this was last year on the tour. We'd snuck into a broken-down carnival ride after he'd lost a bet.

Devon's lids shudder, and a pink flush spreads on his cheeks. He can't even meet my gaze. My lips quirk at the knowledge that my praise makes him flustered. Ah, gotcha. So that's what makes this asshole tick.

“You're doing so good, baby,” I croon, hooking my thumbs into the corners of his mouth. Drool drips onto his chin. “Such a soft tongue. Can you hold still for me while I use it to come?”

He nods, eyes glazing over. I slide my cock all the way to the back of his throat, then out, lazily thrusting deep as my balls tap his chin.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I moan, keeping my movements slow. “Perfect fucking throat. Taking my cock so good like I knew you could.”

He only gags once. Just once, on my final thrust, and the constriction sends me over the edge. I pull out in time to come all over his face, painting his cheeks and lips in thick, white ropes. Once the orgasm ends, I sag against my speakers with a heaving chest.

Devon stays on his knees for a moment, watching me. He swipes a finger through the mess I made, then pops it into his mouth, licking my cum before getting to his feet. The boner he's sporting is hard to miss as it pokes out from his still unzipped jeans. My mouth waters unexpectedly, but before I can even make a move, the asshole spins around and heads for the door.

“Where the fuck are you going?” I call out, brows slamming down.

“Got somewhere to be,” is all he says as he slips from the room without another word.

Over the music, I hear the bathroom door shut, followed by the shower starting a moment later.

I just stand there, stunned, because what the fuck? Did he seriously just… ice me out? After sucking me off? And why does that sting so bad? I'm the one who got to fucking come.

What is even going on?

A rustling draws my attention, and I look over to see my snake watching me with her big, beady eyes under the heat lamp. Tongue poking out and everything.

“Don't look at me like that,” I mutter, tucking my junk away. Embarrassed for reasons I can't explain. “He likes sucking dick, okay? Am I supposed to just say no?”