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After long moments, he bit down on my bottom lip gently, and I leaned back to take a breath. My head spun, and whether it was from him or sheer lack of air, I couldn’t say. He pressed his forehead to mine and whispered, “You missed me, didn’t you?”

“I wanted you so much,” I admitted, no hesitation.

“Mmmm…” He rubbed his nose against mine, kissed me briefly, then pulled back again, leaning his head against the bark. His fingers toyed with my hair, combing through the knots he’d made in it. “Tell me more. Or no—maybe I should tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“All the times I missed you.” He licked his lips and flexed his hips, rubbing himself against my belly. Through his pants and my shirt, I could feel the heat of his hard cock. “Lots of times at night. Or in the shower. I wanted a bath, but I knew I’d only jerk off the second I got in and ruin it…”

His mouth was irresistible any time; when he was saying things like that, I would’ve died for it. I kissed him hard, and he squeezed and rubbed himself against me some more. When we were both panting again and I was losing feeling in my arms, I unhooked my arms under his backside and let him slide down the tree trunk.

He kept going, dropping to his knees, and when I made to duck with him, he stopped me. “Wait. Stay there. Please?”

He didn’t need to be so polite. The way he was looking up at me, his eyes huge and liquid and dark, I would’ve done anything he wanted. I nodded, swallowing hard, admiring his swollen, wet lips and licking at my own to taste him again.

“You want to know what I thought about, when I missed you?” He leaned forward, kissed the fly of my denim… and then proceeded to rub his cheek against my bulge. Then his lips. Then his other cheek.

“Ha—” I forgot what the question was, though. “S-sorry. What?”

He opened his mouth against my fly and gave a deep, hot exhale, the warmth and wetness of him soaking through the material and directly into my straining cock. I leaned forward and grabbed the tree I’d been pinning him against to keep from collapsing on top of him, my knees went so weak.

“Fuck me,” I murmured, in awe.

He looked up, grinning with that pretty, red mouth, and licked his lips again. “Do you want to know what I thought about when I missed you,” he repeated.

I nodded. “Yeah. I do.”

“I thought about how I only got to suck your dick when it was disconnected. So you couldn’t feel it.” He rubbed his cheek against me again.

My balls got tighter. Well, honestly, my entire body felt like it did, like all my skin just shivered with pleasure at once. I fingered his dark, silky curls tentatively with my free hand, still using the other to hold myself up against the tree. “Did you really?”

“Mmm…” He opened his mouth again, breathing hot against me, into me, and then looked up again. “And I thought about how the first thing I was gonna do was ask if I could suck your cock for real.”

I huffed, suddenly very breathless. “Red…”

“I don’t care if it’s the magic one or the not-magic one,” he murmured into my fly. “I just want it.”

I shivered again, utterly amazed at how very, very ready I was. I could feel the heat, the wetness dripping out of me already; if he got that mouth on me, it’d be over fast. But that meant I could have a turn faster, too, so it didn’t have to be a bad thing to be quick about it.

I pulled at his hair gently and he went with it, tilting his face upward, mouth wide open. The memory of him toying with my cock while I rode him was still vivid, burned into my mind, my heart, my body. The way he licked it, rubbed his lips all over it, like it turned him on to do it. And seeing as I’d never gotten the chance to use it with anyone else yet, the choice made itself. “Magic one.”

He smiled. “This time.”

I chuckled. Partly because it was funny, how eager he was, and partly because I liked that he wanted to do both. I never really thought of my clit as a cock, even after wearing the magic one made it bigger, but I could definitely get used to it. “This time, yeah.”

He pulled my zipper down, then tugged my pants and long johns over my hips and ass. My cock lifted once it was free—it didn’t get much bigger than it always was, but it stood up when I was turned on, that much was for damn sure. Red cupped my balls in one gentle hand, stroking them with his thumb; I had to close my eyes and take a deep breath as a wave of pure pleasure nearly overcame me. Just the sight of him: so pretty, so hungry—and for me. For me. That would’ve been enough. But his hands on me, his mouth breathing hot against me, it was all so—

“Ah, damn…” I twirled his curls around my fingers gently, trying to focus on that sensation instead of the one trying to push me over the edge.

He stroked me with the other hand, rolling down the foreskin, and then licked the head of my cock clean where I’d dribbled. “I love the way you taste,” he huffed.

I opened my eyes, about to ask what I tasted like, but then he took me in his mouth, all the way down to the hilt of my cock, so his lips touched my belly and my balls. The sensation was unfamiliar in some ways, but plenty familiar in others—and I ached for more, both inside and out. Deep in my belly, up in my chest, and even in the beating of my heart. My whole body just wanted him. Wanted.

His cheeks hollowed out as he slid back up to my dickhead, his hand following, working the slick shaft. I gasped and he looked up at me, wide-eyed and puffy-lipped, and made the most lascivious show of licking me clean. Into the slit around my hole, down to the central vein, back up again, and then around the skin, pulling at it with his lips.

“I’m—I can’t hold it,” I warned him. “I’ve never—No one’s ever…” I forgot what I was trying to say, though. The feeling, the sight of him. Too much.

No one had ever had me in their mouth like this. Maybe before I came here, before I had the magic dick, but that was harder to see and recall. And neither version was something I could do for myself.