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“The fuck, Stas. It’s too late.”

“But—”

“Move your fucking hand.” For the first time since reaching for our jeans, I took a look at him. His face was flushed, and he was panting with need, but the fear in his eyes wasn’t exactly the same as before. “Stas, I already saw your cute little dick last night.”

He swallowed, his face turning crimson. His hand lashed out and fastened around my neck. “Don’t call my dick little and cute.”

Ah, he was touchy about his size.

“Isn’t it, though?” I wasn’t one to beat around the bush, and I wouldn’t lie to him to feed his ego. “But I know it works just fine, which is all I need, so shut up and move your hands.” I pressed my forehead to his and bit his bottom lip to soften my words. “You never have to hide yourself from me, Stanislav. I’m your worst enemy. I know your darkest secrets, and I’m still here wanting to bend you over and fuck you. Don’t I?”

He inhaled sharply, and his panicked gaze dropped to my much bigger dick. I chuckled. “Not right now. That’s for later. This will have to be a quickie. I can’t afford for your perfect ass to get frostbite.” I reached behind him to grab said ass, so full and round in my hands. I squeezed, biting back my smile at the moan that slipped out and the way he inched closer to me. “That would be a real fucking tragedy.”

I angled my head and whispered a kiss across his lips, his hand still around my throat. “Stanislav, if you’re going to choke me, at least make it fucking hurt.”

He pulled me by the neck the rest of the way and clamped his lips on mine. He was a helluva kisser, and it was a dangerous game getting lost in the swirl of his tongue and the demands of his lips.

Using the distraction of our kiss, I peeled his jeans down, moaning when his hand tightened around my neck.

Fuck.

Who knew he had a strangulation kink? And that I would be so fucking into it.

His dick popped out, and he stiffened against me. Not wanting to break the spell, I didn’t look, didn’t remove my lips from his, just took hold of both our cocks and slid mine against his much smaller one.

Some would have called his size pathetic. I could hardly grip it, but I was obsessed with how small and thin he was. And so fucking wet. Fucking hell, precum leaked from his slit in rivulets. I’d never been with a man who leaked so much. It was enough to spread along both our dicks to ease the painful friction of skin kissing skin in the cold.

Stas’s moans filled my mouth as we moved against each other desperately. With his free hand, he clutched my hip, pulling me even closer to him as he thrust and undulated against me. He moved like a dancer, the treble of his hips circling with ease.

“Fuck, Stanislav.” My words vibrated against his palm still resting against my neck. “The way you move… That’s it, baby. Fuck my hand. So fucking close.”

He grunted. I slicked us faster against my palms, meeting his thrusts, tongues clashing, teeth jarring, biting into lips, bruising, hurting.

A groan rumbled up from Stas’s belly, and the way his hand flexed against my neck, his hold tightening, I knew he was nearing the zenith. I struggled to drag air into my lungs, but my desperate need to come was greater.

Above me, Stas cried sharply, and his body slumped back against the car. My vision whitened, but I still used the cum spilling over my hand to rub harder. To tug, circle, jacking off with the scent of blood still fresh in my nostrils and the pungent aroma of his cum making my mouth water even as dots blurred my vision.

“Yuriy.”

Fuck.

I blasted—yes, blasted—cum all over us as I rutted harder against Stas, wanting, no, needing to feel him. With a grunt, I allowed my body to tip forward, collapsing into him. My forehead found his shoulder, and I rested there, breathing hard, nuzzling him.

The pulse in Stas’s neck jumped wildly. I pressed a gentle kiss over the area and froze. What was this tender rush—this affection—that made me incapable of separating myself from him?

“Stas?”

“Hmm.”

“You’re not freaking out, are you?”

“No.” He said it so quickly I didn’t believe him.

“Will you join me at a hotel later tonight so I can show you what amazing things I can do to your beautiful cock just the way it is?”

No answer.

We both had our pants down, and my hand was covered in both our cum, and he still couldn’t decide?