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What he is doing is good, so fucking good, but I want more. I need more.

“Pull off.”

He starts to shake his head, his lips squeezing around my cock.

“Now,” I warn.

His brows tighten, but he slowly lets my cock slip from his glistening mouth. I watch the strand of spit trailing from my tip to his lips, and my cock throbs. He is perfect. I reach a hand out, rubbing over the closely shorn brown hair that covers his head.

“Now, pull my foreskin back.” I hiss as he complies, revealing the wide, purple head. I know I am proportionally dramatic. It has always been a thing past lovers fixated on, the flared head that is so much wider than my shaft. If Aleks’ sharp little intake of breath is any indication, he is impressed, too. “Taste what you do to me, boy. See what my body does when you are so fucking good for me.”

Aleks does not hesitate. He practically dives forward, swallowing me so deep he gags and sputters around me. “Slow down,” I say soothingly, running my fingertips across the sides of his head. “Take your time.”

The whining sound he makes has me closer than I should be. It is the desperation of it all, like he cannot possibly imagine slowing down now that he has what he wants.

I feel him move below me. Looking down, I see him fidgeting, shifting his weight where he kneels.

Concern fills me. “Do your knees hurt?”

He shakes his head, taking my cock deeper.

“Are you uncomfortable?”

Again, he shakes his head.

I crane my neck to look down below the swell of my belly and—oh. One of his hands is pressed against his crotch, and he is rocking desperately against it.

“Oh, sweet boy,” I murmur, and I trail my thumb across his cheek. “Move your hand.”

Carefully, I slide my foot along the gravel, maneuvering it so I am slotted between his thighs. I press forward until I feel a soft bulge against my shin.

For a moment he is still below me. His body is motionless, stiff, even, although his mouth never stops sucking steadily on my cock.

“Take what you need. I have you,” I repeat, and nudge my leg forward in an effort to encourage him.

It is the permission he needs, because his hips press forward, almost experimentally at first. His eyes widen, and he groans around my cock.

“Such a good boy,” I praise. He finds his rhythm, humping my ankle with a horny desperation that leaves me lightheaded with pleasure. “You are doing so fucking good.”

My orgasm is close, but I do everything I can to hold off. I am not ready to be done with this dark doorway, the dry, still night where anyone could find us. There is too much newness, too much anticipation, and I want to hang on to every detail.

I am determined to remember everything.

His movements are growing frantic, hips circling hard against me while his mouth grows sloppier with every second. Spit slides down his face, and I trace the wet lines on his skin with my fingertips.

“Do you need more?”

He shakes his head.

“Good boy. I want you to come as soon as you feel it. No waiting, do you understand?”

He nods, drawing back so only the head of my cock is engulfed in his mouth.

“I am going to fuck your throat now,” I tell him. “You have done so good, sucking and exploring. So good for me. And now I am going to go deep, and if it gets to be too much you tap my thigh twice.”

He is staring up at me, but there is a frantic haze over his eyes that leads me to seek additional confirmation. If I am going to do what I want to his throat, I need to know he has a way to stop.

“Show me how you say stop, Aleks.” I wait, and when I feel two distinct taps on my thigh, I give him a nod of approval. “Good. Now, take a deep breath.”