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He tugged the plug out a little farther, then pushed it in deep and twisted it. I arched, moaning, and my cock started to harden. I looked down at it in betrayal. Seriously?

“Ah, to be twenty-four,” he said teasingly. “You can go again already.”

I let out an unsteady breath. “Please, don’t tease me again. Don’t think I can take it.”

“Okay, no teasing.”

I expected Kit to remove the plug on the next tug, but instead, he slid down the bed and fed my stiffening cock into his mouth.

He tugged the plug to its tip, then thrust it in, fucking me while sucking me. I couldn’t take the onslaught. Despite just coming a few minutes ago, I reached the edge in seconds.

“Oh, fuck, Kit.” My arms and legs started shaking. My skin was ready to split apart. My balls grew hot and tight and heavy.

Tingles swept up my spine.

I couldn’t hold back. Permission or not, I was coming and coming hard.

He swallowed around me as I spurted over his tongue, my orgasm not quite as forceful as before but still absolutely wringing me out.

My moan was pitiful, almost pained.

Kit removed the plug, finally, and let me fall from his mouth. “How was that?”

I flopped to the side. “You’ve killed me.”

He chuckled. “So dramatic.”

I shivered where I lay, my body still overwhelmed. When Kit showed up at my door, I knew there would be sex. I didn’t know there would be this.

Kit rolled onto his side, gaze sweeping over me. “Too much?”

I shook my head, unable to string words together. He shifted over to press a soft kiss to my cheek. The gesture surprised me.

“You can tell me if I get too carried away, you know?”

I licked my dry lips. “Uh-huh.”

“I mean it. I joke about you wanting to please me, but I never want to take it too far.”

I rolled my head to meet his eyes. “I do like pleasing you.”

He lifted his hand to my face, his thumb sweeping over my bottom lip. “Yeah? Well, I want to please you too.”

I lashed out my tongue to lick the tip of his thumb. “You do, Kit. Never doubt that.”

He dropped his hand to lean in and kiss me. It was slow and sweet, his tongue tracing my bottom lip until I moaned and opened for him to slip inside.

I buried a hand in his hair, eyes slipping closed. This wasn’t about sex. We were both played out. But I was afraid to think about what that could mean. I didn’t want to get my hopes up.

I deepened the kiss, luxuriating in the heat of his mouth. He moaned softly, and the sound was so fucking sweet. It reminded me so strongly of our first night together, when we were just two guys who enjoyed each other.

I rolled over him.

A loud rumble made me freeze. Then Kit shook under me. Laughing.

I pulled back. “You okay?”

“Sorry,” he said, still chuckling. “I skipped dinner.”