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“I think my good boy deserves a reward.” Trailing open-mouthed kisses down his chest, once more, I make my way back down to his cock. It’s already dripping with precum. I wrap my finger around his thick girth and lick a strip up his length. My taste buds explode when I finally take him into my mouth.

His body writhes under me with each bob of my head. The sounds he is making are setting something deep inside of me on fire. I want more, I want to give him more. Running my hands down his thighs, I hook his knees and bring them up toward his chest.

“Fuck, A Chroí,” I say, staring at his hole as it clenches and unclenches, “I need to taste you.” Flattening my tongue, I run it over his hole, only stopping to suck one of his balls into my mouth. Then I repeat it.

“Please, oh God, please, Conor.” My name leaves his lips on a plea. Pointing my tongue, I press into him, breaching him for the first time. I pump it in and out, swirling it around.

“Fuuuuck, Conor, please,” he begs.

Reaching over to grab the lube. I glance at his face. His lips are parted as he drags in ragged breaths.

“Color?”

“Green,” he says as he swallows hard. His Adam’s apple bobbing.

I pour a generous amount of the slick lube over my fingers. I circle his hole once, twice before pushing one finger into his tight heat. His back arches off the bed. Adding a second, I crook my fingers and find that bundle of nerves.

“Yes, Conor, right there,” he moans, “that feels so good. More, please, I need more.”

I add a third finger, brushing his prostate with every stroke. When he starts pushing back, fucking himself on my hand, I know he’s ready.

I reach up and remove his blindfold. I want to see his eyes as he comes apart for me. Watch as he comes for me. I grab the condom, but Jaxon starts shaking his head.

“I don’t-” Jaxon starts, but quickly closes his mouth. I have a moment when I think he is going to tell me this isn’t what he wants. And that’s okay with me. He has the control. But then he starts again.

“I don’t want anything between us, if that’s okay. I’ve never not used one.” He turns his head away from me like it’s pained him to make the request.

“I’ve been tested and haven’t been with anyone since.” I turn his face back towards me. “I will never put you at risk, A Chroí. We are going to use this now, and both of us will go together to get retested.”

His face falls, and it tears me up that I can’t give him what he wants, but I will not put him at risk without another round of tests. After rolling on the condom, I press the head against his now loosened hole.

“Color?” I ask again, never wanting to take away his choice.

“Green.” The word comes out quick and breathy.

Bracing myself over him on one arm, I stare directly into his eyes as I slowly push in. I still my movements to give him time to adjust. I have to lock my muscles in place. I’m in heaven. That’s the only word I can think of to describe this feeling.

Jaxon moans, “More”.

Inch by inch, I give him what he’s asking for this time. Wrapping my hand around his cock, I stroke him until I’m fully inside. The feeling of him surrounding me is incredible. Perfect in every way.

“Move, please, Conor,” he begs.

I want nothing more than to lose myself in him. The impulse is immediate. I ignore it. Instead, I reach up and untie his hands. The silk falls away from his wrists. While I enjoyed the control the restraints provided, they’ve served their purpose.

I don’t want his surrender anymore. I want his participation. I want to know that he’s here with me. Present and choosing this.

The moment his hands are free, I don’t move away. I wait, giving him the opportunity to decide what he wants to do with that freedom. For someone who asked me to take control, Jaxon still reaches for connection. His hands run up my arms and around my shoulders. I begin to move, a slow roll of my hips first, then faster, deeper, harder.

Jaxon is no longer a passive participant. He wraps his strong legs around me and pulls me in with every thrust I make. Fuck, the sounds he is making cause my balls to draw up close to my body. I’m not going to last if he keeps this up. I pump his cock faster, twisting my wrist around his weeping head on every stroke.

I feel his walls tighten around me, strangling my length. It’s the exact moment that I know I have found his prostate.

“Oh fuck Conor right there,” he pants, “fuck you feel so good.” His nails dig into my back as his cock jerks in my hand. The first stream of cum lands on his abs, then his chest. His whole body trembles beneath me, and he closes his eyes. I stroke him through his orgasm while keeping a steady, punishing pounding into his ass.

“Open your eyes, A Chroí,” I slow just a little and wait for him to do as I say. I want him to watch me fall apart for him. “You are mine, say it.”

“I’m yours.”