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HotnReddy: You owe me, btw.

I stare at the message.

Bentley84: For what?

He looks directly at the camera with a lazy, wicked smile that makes my hand move down my shaft.

HotnReddy: Abandoning me for bingo.

The words are familiar now. A joke he’s used more than once. Gentle and ridiculous, somehow intimate because it belongs to us.

Bentley84: That was weeks ago.

HotnReddy: Emotional damage has no statute of limitations.

Bentley84: You survived.

HotnReddy: Barely. Had to talk to Bob.

Bentley84: Devastating.

HotnReddy: My big toe is still traumatized.

Clint goes back to his cock, hand moving slower now. The room reacts immediately.

BigDog469: dont stop

MouthyMike: keep going

MNTopDad: let him breathe

BigDog469: no breathing

“See?” Clint says, voice rougher now. “This is why I like Bentley. Bentley believes in oxygen.”

He calls me out in the show these days. Makes me part of it. Sad how hot I get when my name is on his lips. He says it with his body open to everyone and his attention split toward me.

My hand tightens.

Not my name…

Clint sees something in the chat, maybe a tip, maybe a request. He shifts back on his heels, slides down onto the bed. His knees pull up and then open, letting the camera catch the dark below his balls, the black circle base of the plug. His chest rises. His jaw works once, control tested and recovered.

He’s better at this now.

HotnReddy: Still appreciating the silence?

I breathe out through my nose.

Bentley84: Not exactly.

His eyes sharpen.

HotnReddy: What do you want?

I shouldn’t answer. Not with us both so close.

Bentley84: I like the sound of you.