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“Come for me,” Carmine whispered.

Feverishly, Noah obeyed. He let out a moan as he came over Carmine’s chest.

Fuck that’s good.

Noah came to a juddering halt. Then in an instant he pulled his T-shirt off and cleaned Carmine. Although he would need a shower pretty soon. Noah had no idea about the reality of body hair. Especially where other body fluids were concerned.

Yet it appeared Noah was not for leaving yet. He scooted over to his side and repositioned himself so he was face to cock with Carmine. He glanced up at Carmine.

“This is supposed to be your treat,” Carmine said.

“You think this isn’t a treat?” Noah replied, nodding to Carmine’s solid dick. “Relax. Let me have my fun.”

Carmine certainly wasn’t going to argue.

Instead he let his body relax and his hand rest on Noah’s bare shoulder. He closed his eyes and let out a moan when Noah took his cock into his mouth.

Noah was an expert at giving blow jobs. Something Carmine had been delighted to discover and participate in since that first night. He liked to adapt the tempo at random. It kept Carmine in his control and Carmine loved it.

“Fuck, Noah.”

He wouldn’t last much longer. Even though he craved the release, he would mourn the feel of being inside Noah.

“Oh God,” he cried out, digging his fingers into Noah’s shoulder. “I’m coming.”

He arched his body and was slammed down by Noah. The explosion of pleasure bursting from his cock around his system. Carmine cried out again as his came.

Carmine tensed his whole body as the waves subsided. He settled against the seat. Noah sat up, wiping his mouth.

You sexy bastard.

“The best housewarming present I ever got.”

“I brought a blanket,” Carmine said.

Noah kissed him on the forehead. “Of course you did.”

They snuggled up and Noah made sure the blanket wrapped around both of them.

“I like your dates,” Noah said.

“Me too,” Carmine replied.

He ran his hand over Noah’s taut stomach and rested it on his hipbone.

“I’ve been thinking,” Noah said.

“Oh yes?”

“I’m going to set up a charity,” he announced. “It’s not enough to throw some money at this league. I want to provide care for people like Malcolm who aren’t lucky enough to have a brother who makes ridiculous amounts of money.”

Carmine raised his head to stare into Noah’s eyes.

“Do you even know how to do that?”

Noah shook his head. “I’ll find someone who does. That’s the thing about cash. You can pay an expert.”

Carmine kissed him passionately on the lips.