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“Show me?” I ask.

He swallows, then reaches into his briefs, shuddering as he wraps a hand around himself before shoving his briefs down to reveal his cock, rigid and eager, glistening with pre-cum. He is long and surprisingly thick. My mouth waters.

“Fuck,” I breathe. “So pretty.”

He huffs a disbelieving laugh, and I don’t correct him. I will show him.

“Can I taste?”

He whimpers.

“Too fast?” I ask, kissing a nipple again. Flicking it to a peak. Safe zone.

He whips his head back and forth. “Please.”

“Gonna need more words, baby. Only want to do what you want.” He is going to have to beg me to fuck him when the time comes.

He groans then manages, “Lick, please.”

“Hold yourself up for me,” I demand softly, and he points his cock up to the ceiling. “Good,” I say, and he shudders.

I lean forward, careful not to put my weight on him. And lick. Salty pre-cum slicks my tongue, and he yells, “Fuck!”

I hum in delight and swirl my tongue around his cock head, lapping up the slick fluid. I turn my head to look into his wide eyes, smiling.

“Can I suck?” I ask thickly.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, “god, please.”

“Please, what TJ. Words, baby.”

“God, fuck, damn, suck, please Gavin, oh my god.”

Grinning, I engulf him with my mouth, sucking hard as I bob slowly then swallow him down my throat. His deep groan spurs me on. His cock is long, veins pulsing in my mouth as my lips reach his hand and he lets go, shoving his fingers in my short hair, whimpering, pulling and pushing at the same time. That’s it, baby, lose control for me and let me take care of you.

I pull off for a moment. “Can I touch your balls?”

He’s panting, but manages, “Yeah, touch ‘em, god.”

I slide him back into my mouth, then reach a hand over and tug his balls with my fingers gently, rolling them, then pulling firmly as I suck.

“Ahhhh!” He gasps, then tugs at my head, “Gavin! Gonna…”

I suck harder, groaning my approval around his shaft as he throbs on my tongue, cum filling my mouth fast. I swallow it down in time to make room for the second wave as he yells. Still bobbing, still sucking, I’m making my own moaning noises as his cum flows.

When his body goes lax, I slowly pull my mouth from him, unable to resist dropping a kiss to his balls before I lean fully back and wiggle up high enough that I can gather him into me again, nestling his cheek between my pecs.

“Wow,” he finally says, muffled against me, nuzzling.

“Mm,” I agree, kissing the top of his head.

“Fireworks,” he mumbles, sleepily.

I think I know what he means, but I don’t ask. I pull him in tight against me, flinging the comforter over us and let him drift to sleep, using me as his pillow. I ignore my own aching cock. It can wait. This… is sublime. Having him nestled against me, leg between mine, his cheek on my chest makes my heart twist a little. Waves of protective, possessive fondness wash over me.

For the first time in six years, running doesn’t even occur to me.

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