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I slowly undid his pants, watching him to make sure it was okay. He squirmed to try and help me shove them down around his thighs. He wasn’t wearing any underwear—I supposed his had gotten sweaty at the gym and he’d just gone without—so his erection sprang out immediately, thick and leaking on his stomach. He had thick black pubic hair, and the muscles of his thighs strained to try and push the whole gorgeous package toward me.
I ran a finger lightly up his length and he cried out, a bead of moisture welling from the tip.
“Dane, fuck, I, mmf,” he muttered, eyes clenched tight.
“Hmm?”
I circled the wet tip of his dick with my finger and his hips jerked up again. Fuck, he was so sensitive. I stroked his length slowly, watching the muscles jump in his belly and thighs, watching him start to shake. I slid my other hand between his legs and rolled his balls loosely in my fingers, feeling them tighten.
“I’m—I— Oh, fuck,” he chanted.
I pressed a kiss to his inner thigh, then to the other. I kissed my way to the base of his cock, then licked him from base to tip.
“Oh, God!” he cried out. “I’m—shit, it’s been so long, I’m—ungh.”
He groaned, and I gave his erection a few more licks. When he was shaking and tugging at my shoulders, I slid up his body and took his mouth in a bruising kiss and began to stroke him hard.
He pulled at my shirt and sucked on my tongue, and a surge of heat shot up my spine. I was painfully hard, and every moan and whimper and grasp of his hands just drove me higher.
“Oh, please,” he said into my mouth, “please!”
My heart was slamming against my rib cage, every muscle tensed with attention. I tightened my grip on his erection, velvet skin over throbbing heat, and jerked him. He gasped and grabbed at me hard, and then he went rigid, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent scream, and shot, pulses of heat erupting over my hand and onto his stomach.
He groaned as he came down, shivering and making tiny pulses with his hips. I swiped my thumb over his tip and he whined and pulled me down, seeking my mouth with his.
“Oh, God,” he murmured against my lips, and kissed me so sweetly I wanted to bury my face in his neck and live there.
He pressed his hips into my raging hard-on and shivered. I gritted my teeth to stay quiet, but when Felix snaked his hand down to the bulge straining my jeans, I could hardly stand it.
“Can I?” he murmured, hands at my waistband.
I nodded, and he undid my jeans. He pushed them down and I groaned with relief as my dick sprang free. Felix’s hand closed around my length and his eyes flew to mine as he squeezed. I snapped my eyes shut to try and get control of myself, but the fact was that no hand but my own had touched me there in seven years, and when Felix began to stroke me, there was nothing I could do.
He touched me, eyes heavy-lidded with arousal as he alternated looking up at me and down at my cock.
“You’re so big,” he said, squeezing the base with one hand and rubbing the tip with the other. My cock jerked in his hand and my breath came short. He was getting hard again, chest rising and falling with deep breaths. He canted his hips up so his wet erection brushed mine, and lust shot up my spine.
“Again?” I asked, stroking him lightly.
He keened and pressed his cock against mine. He tried to stroke us both together, but his hands weren’t big enough. The contrast was hot as fuck—his erection smooth and elegant sliding against mine, veiny and fat. Evidently I wasn’t the only one who thought so because when he crunched up to look, his eyelashes fluttered and he dropped back down to the couch, lust-stricken.
He tugged my hand to our dicks and rested his hand on mine as I stroked us. My hand was so much bigger than his, rougher. I gripped us firmly and went slow at first, watching Felix’s response and trying not to come immediately. He was fully hard again now, and I praised the refractory period of youth.
“Please, please, please,” he begged when I went slow.
And apparently begging really did it for me because I shot to the edge immediately. I started jerking us hard and Felix cried out, neck muscles tensing. I bit at his neck and slung his thigh around my hips, pressing him deeper into the couch as I ground our hips together and stroked faster. I twisted my hand on the upstroke and Felix gasped. He brought his hand to join mine, fingers playing over our flesh and sparking arousal up and down my spine, adding a layer of unpredictability that made it impossible to hold myself back.
