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He blinks down at me, and I wrap my hand around his packer and squeeze. “Any—oh,” cuts off with a gasp, eyes growing desperate. “Um, limits or anything? For you?”

I kiss him hard, before drawing back. “Fuck,” the word comes out low, right from my chest. “You are already so good for me, Aleks. For now, this is all you need to know: no teeth on my cock, no pulling my hair, and never, ever, call me baby.”

A smile tugs at his lips, and a flash of amusement cuts through the desire. “Do not get any ideas now, boy,” I murmur, resuming the circling pressure on his cock.

“So what should I call you?”

“I think you know,” I lean in and press a kiss to the base of his slender throat. “You will say it when you are ready.” I carefully guide him toward the couch. “Now. Lay back and let me take care of you.”

My knees click as I kneel to pull Aleks’ briefs down his long, tan legs. His skin is soft against my fingertips, but I barely notice, eyes fixed on this man’s stunning, breathtaking body.

Dark hair curls around his groin, trailing down his thighs and up toward his stomach. His cock sits, hard and flushed, and I groan, mouth already watering at the idea of tasting him.

Something bumps me in the side of the head. It is the single throw pillow provided with the couch, the same one I have been sleeping on. When I look up at Aleks, he is smirking down at me. “For your knees,” he says, eyes flashing with amusement.

“You are such a brat,” I huff, shaking my head as I trail my hands up his thighs and push him down on the couch. I put the pillow under my knees, and, as much as I want to ignore Aleks’ behavior, the smile that spreads over his face is too breathtaking to ignore. It might be the first real smile I have seen in all my years of knowing him.

I tease his cock with my thumb as I look up at him, clocking the way his breath catches and his eyes flutter closed at the soft touch.

“So,” I begin, as I trail my thumb up the underside of his cock. “Here is how this is going to work. We have five days until your first swim. We are going to work together, as a team, to make sure you are proud of your performance. There is plenty of time.”

Before he can respond, I dip down and take his cock into my mouth. I suck gently, swirling my tongue around him and tasting the sharp, heady flavor of his arousal. He writhes beneath me, and I hold him in place as I work my mouth up and down his t-dick, marveling at how hard and hot he is.

He is trembling when I pull away, my lips and beard wet from him. He looks completely wrecked above me, slumped back on the couch with his thighs splayed wide. Sweat curls the dark hair against his legs like shadows on the surface of water.

“When things get too loud in your head, you come to me. When you need to be held, you come to me. When your cock needs attention, you come to me. When you need your ass filled, you come to me.” I kiss his tip. “Do you understand?”

I bring him to the edge again before moving my mouth to his thigh and planting wet, open-mouthed kisses against his sweaty skin.

“What about you?” Aleks pants, struggling to catch his breath. “What do you need?”

“Your trust. Knowing you will come to me with your needs, and I am the man who has the honor of holding you, touching you, hearing your fears. That is what I need.” His cock is swollen, twitching, and I lick languidly around the base. “It is my job to earn it all. To earn you.”

Aleks jerks below me. “F—please. Please. I can’t hold it anymore.”

“You have been so good, boy. So strong. So good,” I murmur the words against his cock. “Now come for Daddy.”

I suck hard, wrapping my mouth around all of him. I feel his cry in my chest, and try to keep steady pressure as he strains against me, like he is not sure whether or not to run from what is coming.

When he comes it is a violent shudder, a vulnerable quake that starts in his core and rips through his whole body. His thighs squeeze around my head, and fuck, nothing has ever felt this good. Slowing my mouth until I am only gently licking with my tongue, tasting every bit of him, my hands rub soothing lines up and down his thighs.

Eventually Aleks pushes me away with a low groan, and I climb up to sit beside him. Pulling his pliant body to me, I kiss him deeply, making sure he can taste himself on my tongue. When he sucks on my lower lip, I feel it in my cock.

I pull away, slumping back into the couch. A whimper falls from Aleks’ mouth, lips moving like he was not done with me yet. I remember the way he works a cigarette between his lips, and, without second guessing, I reach down and slip my thumb into the side of his mouth.

For a moment Aleks stares at me, mouth slack. I hold his gaze and nod.

The first suck is tentative. Uncertain. But then his eyes close, his shoulders drop, and he quickly finds a rhythm sucking on my thumb. I smile. “Beautiful boy,” I whisper.

His eyes flutter open. “Will you sleep with me?” The words are muffled around my thumb.

“Are you sure?”

He nods.

I kiss the tip of his nose. “I want nothing more.”

We brush our teeth side by side. Aleks uses cinnamon toothpaste, and the smell of it fills the bathroom. He teases me for using loose floss. I warn him when I take a piss, giving him the opportunity to leave the room. He does not, watching me, instead, with those sharp, curious eyes.