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“Fuck yeah, it is.” Zander kissed him again, biting down on his bottom lip, tugging. “Get on your knees for me, baby. I wanna see you cry on my dick.”
Vince dropped to his knees, right there in the shower. Zander adjusted the spray of the water so it fell against the wall. Then he gazed down at the man waiting so patiently for him. Water dripped from Vince’s hair, beading on his eyelashes and earlobes. The sight of him filled everything inside of Zander.
Reaching down, he cupped Vince’s jaw, thumb stroking, tracing his lips. “I missed seeing you like this,” he managed to get out. “You’re thirsty for it, aren’t you? You wanna wrap those cock-sucking lips around my dick and swallow my nut? Tell me.”
“Yes.” Vince wrapped a fist around Zander’s length, squeezing him, drawing a hiss. “Please.”
“Suck it.” Zander nudged his hip forward. “Do it.”
Vince fell on him as if he’d been waiting to be unleashed, taking Zander into his hot, wet mouth. Zander gasped, grabbing the back of Vince’s head.
“Ssssss. Fuck, that’s good. Yes.” He couldn’t help the thrusting of his hips or the shivers that raced up and down his spine as Vince worked him over, tongue and teeth and his fist. All of it as he bobbed on Zander, taking him deeper and deeper.
Zander helped him, easing in and out of his mouth, swirling his hips.
“Fuck, you’re sucking me too good, baby. Damn. Love that mouth. Drool on it.” He rose on his tiptoes when Vince’s stiffened tongue probed the large vein on the underside of his shaft. “Gahdamm.” He groaned, struggling to keep his eyes open, to watch Vince take him. “Go deeper for me. Mmm. Yes, open up that throat for me, baby. Let me in.”
Vince groaned around him, the sound traveling up the length of Zander’s dick and settling in his balls, drawing them up.
“Fuck, look at you swallow that dick. Choke on it for me. Let me see you take it.”
Vince moaned.
“You gon’ take it for me, huh?” He tightened his grip on Vince’s short hair, controlling the other man’s movements, forcing him on his dick and then pulling him off it.
Vince whined, one hand dropping down to touch himself.
“I want that squeeze, baby,” Zander gritted out. “Give it to me.” He surged all the way in, holding Vince’s head steady as he made his way as deep as he could go. Vince gagged around him, throat muscles convulsing.
Fuck, the sight he made as he gazed up at Zander with his eyes overflowing with tears, snot running, lips stretched wide to accommodate Zander’s girth.
“That’s it.” Zander kept talking to him because he knew Vince loved that shit. Loved to be praised and Zander wanted to praise him, wanted him to know how he felt. “So fucking gorgeous, baby. Let those tears run.” Vince’s throat convulsed and Zander’s eyes crossed. “Shit, choke on it for me. Ugh, God. You’re fucking perfect. Perfect. Let me stuff that throat.” Vince struggled a little in Zander’s hold, likely because he couldn’t breathe. But Zander didn’t let up. “Missed this shit. Love that shit, baby. Love watching you choke on me, drip your tears on me.”
Vince’s nails dug into Zander’s hips, scoring his flesh as Zander fucked his face.
“I choke it ’cause I love it.” Zander thrust into him, toes curled into the floor, balls aching, spine curved. “’Cause I love you. You know that, right?” He yanked all the way out and Vince would have collapsed onto his face if Zander didn’t have a death grip on his hair. “You ready to catch this nut? I want it on your face, baby. Let me paint you up.”
Vince barely nodded and Zander was spraying out his seed on the other man’s face. Vince caught some drops in his open mouth, on his tongue. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous. Look at you.” Zander groaned, deep and long, stroking himself, emptying all he had onto Vince’s face. When he was done, he collapsed against the wall, panting.
Fuck.
He’d needed that shit.
“Come up here,” he commanded, and Vince staggered to his feet. Zander held on to him with one hand, readjusting the water with the other. He washed the other man’s face and kissed him, clasping Vince’s face in his hands. “You got yours?”
Vince nodded. His eyes and expression were spacey, breath still ragged.
“I love you,” Zander whispered against his lips. “Love the fuck out of you.”
Vince’s lips trembled. “I love you too.”
28
Scotty came awake to the sounds of two grown men snoring. He lifted his head off the pillow and blinked, smothering a smile as he took in Vince and Zander. They were on either side of him—Vince wearing only his underwear and Zander butt naked.
Finally. They were finally together. For a moment there, he’d despaired that the three of them would never be in the same room again. And then when they’d been taken, he’d become convinced that they would die without seeing Zander.
But they were safe. Zander was with them. And he loved them. He’d said those words out of his own mouth, so they had to be true. Scotty needed them to be true because he loved Zander just as he loved Vince. And he knew Vince felt the same way about the both of them.
