Page 23 of Coming Second


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He leans down to lick a stripe up the center and Lucas jolts, a high-pitched whine in his throat. His ass tastes nothing like his palm—he’s mustier, raw, with a hint of champagne lingering.

Sam’s too hunched over for this. It’d be fine if this was just the appetizer course, but he wants to make an entire meal out of this ass, and for that he needs to be comfortable.

Lucas squawks as Sam repositions him—dragging him by the calves until his ass is hanging over the edge of the bed. When he lets go, the legs fall forward and the balls of Lucas’s feet dig into the carpet.

Yup, this is better.

Sam settles himself, kneeling on the floor and spreadingLucas’s cheeks open again. After tonight, there’ll be no room to doubt how much he loves him.

He spits above the hole and watches the saliva slide towards the entrance, leaving a slick trail behind it. Before it reaches the rim, Sam catches it with his thumb and rubs it around the tight circle of muscle.

The hole gapes, blinking at him as it tries to catch his thumb in its grasp.

Lucas uses what leverage he has against the ground to push up, onto his toes, but Sam avoids capture, his thumb darting around to tease the area with the lightest of touches.

When the smaller man whines with frustration, Sam finally stretches his rim taut with both thumbs. He licks the area with wet stripes over his hole, soaking it until it’s nearly dripping, and blows.

The reaction is instantaneous, and Lucas wails as his still-socked feet scramble for purchase against the hotel carpet. It makes Sam want to tease him more, to push it further, but he’ll behave tonight.

He holds the cheeks steady, grasping the soft flesh as he exhales a warm breath over the chilled area, like an apology.

After a few base licks, Sam points his tongue and flicks the rim with it. Up, down, up, down. He lets himself drool over the opening, keeping the area as wet and slobbery as possible.

Lucas whines as he shoves his ass up, pushing it closer, begging for penetration, but Sam continues his ministrations. He doesn’t want Lucas to get complacent with the steady attention, so he alternates between long, pushing licks and quick flicks.

He tries to keep Lucas still, but the smaller man manages to buck up no matter how Sam grabs him. He finally gives up and rolls with it, his head buried between spread cheeks as they rock together.

At least his neck training is good for something.

When he finally pushes his tongue inside, Lucas careens off the bed, wailing with it.

He deserves this. He deserves a partner like Sam. Sam just has to prove it to him.

Sam’s absolutely disgusting, slobbering all over Lucas’s ass, but he doesn’t care. The wetter the better, and Sam continues to dive in and out, fucking into Lucas’s tight hole with his tongue.

When Sam bites at the rim, Lucas comes with a cry. He humps forward, against his hip pillow, until he stills and finally relaxes.

If he knew Lucas was so close, Sam would’ve given him a couple of fingers to ride at least, but there’s always next time.

He keeps his head down, lapping at the hole until Lucas sobs from overstimulation.

Pulling back, Sam gasps in the cold air before asking, “Can I come on you?”

It’s Thomas that replies, “Ouais!Yes,yes, please!”

Sam stands on wobbly legs and drops his boxers. He’s so hard he’s leaking, and he tries to hold on to the fleeting fantasy that the ass in front of him still belongs to Lucas.

Sam plies Lucas’s cheeks apart again and tries not to fixate on the moles dotting the surface. The smaller man reaches back, his dainty hands holding himself open and Sam groans at the image of it.

Lucas Bauer, World Champion, holding himself open forhim.

Sam jerks himself quickly, his cock aimed over the slobber-slickened hole. He tries to focus on the memory of how tight and wanting andresponsiveit was for him.

Lucas’s toes jab into the carpet, forcing his lower half up higher and giving Sam an even better view.

“Fuck,” he grunts, tugging faster, closer and closer towards his peak.

Sam makes the mistake of looking up. He wants to see Lucas’s blissed out face, but he locks eyes with Thomas instead.