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Though the thought of another guy sucking Dev off kind of irritates me, not gonna lie.

He smiles bitterly. “Men weren't allowed to feel shit in my household growing up. I was raised to grin and bear it, keep my mouth shut. Hide it all away.”

Something churns in my gut, but I give his shaft a few hard strokes because it almost feels like he's starting to go soft. “Well, that's bullshit. I'm jerking you off right now, fool. Sucking on your nuts. Might be a little offensive if you didn't feel anything.”

A breath leaves Devon's lungs before he throws his head back to laugh. The unexpected sound shocks me, and I grin at how much I like it. I’m sure I never heard him laugh before. At least, not genuinely. It feels good to make it happen.

“You gonna just play with it or put it in your mouth?” he teases, smirking.

I narrow my eyes. “Just for that, I'm not doing it. You're gonna come like this only.”

Leaning forward, I bite his piercing again, harder than before.

“Fuck, okay. I'm sorry. Please suck my dick.”

“Nope.” Running my tongue along the metal, I grin at his trembling thighs on either side of my head. “You can do it, pastelito. Come for papi.”

His responding snort morphs into a sharp inhale when I seal my lips around the barbell and suck. “How are you… Jesus, how are you so cool with all of this?”

With a shrug, I continue to play with my new toy. “I dunno. Not like I'm a stranger to being naked around other guys, there's just usually a chick between us. This eliminates a step.”

“You're surprisingly well adjusted,” he grits out, trying like hell not to hump the air when I trap him again with my teeth. My cock is so fucking hard right now that it’s painful, so I reach down to pull it out of my jockstrap.

“Shut up and focus so we can go to bed.”

Dev falls silent after that, other than low groans and muttered curses that I earn by softly suckling on his piercing. Precum coats his shaft and my lips, making me all the more turned on. I begin jerking myself furiously to the throaty whimpers coming out of him. Christ, are sound kinks a thing? Like getting off on just hearing someone masturbate? If so, I’ve totally got one.

All those times I've watched porn with my eyes closed make sense now.

“I can't…” Devon stutters, his chest heaving as he reaches for me. “Come here. I need to come so bad.”

When he hauls me into his lap, I let him, but we both freeze the moment my bare ass lands on his dick. Right between the crack and everything. Our gazes lock, his wide and completely blown out. Neither of us speaks for a few seconds while we search each other's faces.

Later, I'll blame it on the fact that I'm so horny I could die, but my hips roll involuntarily. Dev shudders, eyes closing when his slick cock slides through my crease. It feels so good that I do it again… and again, until I'm practically riding him.

“Don't stop, hot shot,” he groans, gripping my waist in one hand and my cock in the other. “God, your ass feels amazing.”

An embarrassing noise leaves my throat when his barbell scrapes over my taint. “Jesus fuck, what the…”

Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.

His lips find mine, shocking me enough to make me jolt but not enough to pull away. I open automatically and lick into his mouth, that piercing and the way he's stroking my shaft dragging me closer to the edge. My fingers find his hair as I continue to writhe on top of him, chasing my release.

“I'm… fuck, I'm gonna…” he whimpers into the kiss, thighs tensing beneath me. “Oh god, baby, I'm coming.”

His dick pulses and warmth floods my crease, sending me overboard. I come with a shout, coating his hand and chest in thick, white ropes. We keep our mouths pressed together through it all, tongues tangling and warring for control. By the time the orgasm ends, I'm breathless, lungs spasming to draw in air. Covered in sweat. So is Dev.

Finally breaking the kiss, he rests his forehead against mine and lets go of my oversensitive cock. We stare at each other, neither of us moving. His lids are heavy, lips puffy and swollen, completely wrecked. A swell of pride rises in my chest at having been the one to do that to him.

I wanna be the only one.

That intrusive thought makes my breath catch in my throat. I'm seconds away from telling him about it when the asshole ruins our moment by wiping his sticky hand on my blanket.

“You fucking dick.” Shoving at his shoulders, I lean over the bed to grab my discarded shirt. “Who the hell does that? Now I'll have to sleep in my own cum.”

“We can just use another blanket,” he laughs, and I pause as I start to clean him up.

We.