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He groaned, tensing against me and rocking his hips up as best he could while I writhed on top of him, completely mindless. I couldn’t stop. I’d never felt anything like it before. A low sound rumbled in his throat as he sped up his stroking fist. I could feel him starting to shake against me, his fingers digging harder into my ass.

Fuck, I wanted to watch him come. Just the idea of getting to witness it in person, up close, made me whimper into his neck as my cock grew even stiffer, leaking profusely.

“You’re gonna come, aren’t you, kitten?” he murmured in my ear.

I nodded frantically, then lifted my head to crush my mouth to his with a plaintive moan. I kissed him with feverish desperation, thrusting my tongue maybe a bit too deep, because I felt his throat tighten around it as he choked in surprise.

“Damn.” He broke the kiss with a breathless laugh. “Shit, that tongue is so fucking long.”

“S-sorry,” I breathed, because I didn’t want to make him stop wanting to kiss me. In fact, I was already trying to kiss him again, eagerly leaning back in.

“Hold on, kitten.” He nuzzled my cheek, then looked at me with a wicked grin. “Want to see something?”

“H-huh?” My brow furrowed in anguish when he let go of our dicks and reached up to pull my hands from his hair. He guided one of my hands down and curled my fingers around both of us, making me bite my lip as a strangled sound tore from my throat. I was so close to coming. I couldn’t resist sliding my fist up and down, feeling my agonisingly sensitive dick rub against his.

Dan groaned and shuddered, and a ripple went over his body as he grasped his own head, then popped it clean off his shoulders. I stared in dazed shock, still breathing hard, as he brought it closer to my face to give my lips a brief kiss.

“Lean back a little for me, handsome.” He smirked at me.

Swallowing, I slid my hand onto his shoulder for balance and obeyed, angling my body away from his. My cock jerked in my hand when I looked down and greedily ran my gaze over him—his stupid cropped shirt and tight stomach and that dick, flushed and dripping with pre-cum, pressed tightly against mine.

My breathing sped up even more as my cock throbbed again, on the brink of exploding. And when he lowered his head between us and I felt the hot sting of his tongue sliding over our pinned cockheads, I really did explode.

“Fuck,” I cried out, my voice hoarse, as the orgasm abruptly hit me in a white-hot wave.

Dan moaned as he wrapped his lips around both our tips and sucked in rhythmic pulls that matched each spurt of cum I shot into his mouth. My hips were jerking erratically, limbs quaking as my hand scrabbled over his shoulder before fisting his shirt and clutching tight.

His body shook against me as he moaned again, louder and sharper this time, before I felt his cock throb heavily in my fist. His hips strained up, and he kept sucking, making me squeeze my eyes shut as I jerked from the overstimulation.

When I peeled them open again, my chest heaving, I looked down and stared in stunned disbelief. I’d never been this close to Dan when his head was off before, and his neck hole looked pitch black and kind of… gooey.

Not gonna lie, it was pretty fucked up to be recovering from a monumental orgasm while staring at a man’s headless body.

I slowly unpeeled my hand from around our softening cocks as Dan lifted his head again. Heat rushed to my cheeks when I saw our cum dripping from his neck hole and sliding down his heaving stomach.

That was just wrong.

The way my nuts tingled at the sight was even more wrong.

He settled his head back on his neck, and the dark line of separation across his throat vanished when the ripple went over his body again, returning him to his human form.

“Damn.” He chuckled breathlessly. “That was good.”

I blinked hard to try and clear my foggy head, my hand slowly slipping off his shoulder.

Good? Good? It had been fucking life-changing. And weird as hell at the end there, but… still ridiculously hot, for some fucked-up reason.

Swallowing, I sat back on his thighs, my legs shaking wildly.

Wait…

Had that only been good for him?

Not even great?

I didn’t even warrant ‘great’?

Ewen stretched lazily, draping his arms along the back of the couch as his mouth tipped up into a self-satisfied smirk. Then he reached for me and teasingly pinched my chin. “We should’ve done that three years ago, neighbour. Then maybe we could’ve been friends this whole time.”