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I think he will. But I respect that sex is different for him than for me as a hearing person. I listen and learn and do not let go of his hand.

Poet’s body is becoming familiar to me. The earthy strength of him. The focused intensity as he watches me kiss his heated skin, a glint in his eye as if he’s spent weeks luring a wild thing from the shadows.

I am so close to his cock now. And he is hard and waiting for me. But I have to know. “What is this smile on your face?”

Poet reaches down and brushes his thumb over my cheek. A small and grounding gesture. “Nothing.”

He is not lying, just not ready to share his thoughts, and I’m okay with that. Perhaps we are learning together, I do not know. In any case, I’m quickly distracted by his cock and the surging need to take him in my mouth.

A need that’s not selfless, as a desire older than my awareness of it coils low and hot inside me, seeping into my limbs and nerves until it feels too vast for my skin.

I want this.

My pulse thuds with staccato beats and I revel in the knowledge that somewhere between Moondust Farm and this one, I’ve become so tangled with this man I don’t know how I’d live without doing what I am about to do.

I take Poet into my mouth, sliding his cock between my lips and groaning at the answering jerk of his hips. At the silky feel of salty skin on my tongue.

He is thick and long, a reality that has my own cock hardening again, a throbbing sensation I ignore as Poet’s free hand comes to the back of my neck and he gently urges me to take him deeper.

I can do better than that. Truly, I do not mind the sensation of my throat being so full I cannot breathe.

There are other ways to breathe.

Or not. I can swim beneath the water for a long time. And I can suck Poet Whitlock’s cock until his legs fall open and his body arches from the bed.

“Fuck, what are you doing to me?”

I swallow around his length and glance up at him. But he’s not watching me anymore. His head is thrown back as he drives into my willing mouth and I contract my throat around him again.

“This isn’t going to last long.” He grits the words out, breathless and strained.

I draw my mouth up slowly.

Another moan tears from Poet’s chest, a tortured sound I will keep with me always. But I love his deeper groans too. The rough noise spilling from him unconstrained as I pick up the pace. As he reclaims the wherewithal to sit up and watch me once more, only to lose it all over again as we lock eyes.

Another curse breaks free. His hand slips from mine and joins the other on my head. Poet grinds his cock into my mouth and I let him. Until I don’t because I don’t need him to show me what he wants.

Because I know.

I match his cadence and he chokes out a warning. One I don’t need. I want his cum in my mouth as much as I have wanted his cock since the possibility first occurred to me. My hands find their way to the firm swell of his ass. I grip him there as I hold him in my throat and however that feels to Poet, it’s enough to break him.

He comes and I take it all—the hot flood of him, his gravelled moan. The magical tremor in his strong limbs as his climax peaks and fades out.

“Oscar.” He untangles his hands from my hair and rubs my shoulder. “Breathe. It’s important.”

I know this. But my lungs are good. I release Poet with a slow slide that makes his eyes flutter. Then I rub his hips, smoothing the tension away. “You are okay?”

He laughs. “Ask me in a minute. And keep doing that. It’s nice.”

Rubbing his hips. His thighs. The ridged landscape of his abdomen, the way he did for me when he ruined me with his tongue.

Eventually, I tip him over, draw my whole hand up the length of his spine, and lie behind him, drawing him close, my arms around him as I nuzzle his neck. I want to ask him again if he’s okay, but he can’t see me. So I hold him until he turns to face me.

It is another moment where we do not speak. We stare at each other and again, I feel as if maybe something new is happening to him too.

He plays with my hair often. But it’s me who brushes his out of his eyes as we lie together in the dark.

And it is him who falls asleep first.