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Felix cried out and I slapped a hand over his mouth to stifle the sound while I worked him.

I used the suction of my throat, the flat of my tongue. I bobbed my head, setting a brutal rhythm. My mouth made sloppy sounds on him, loud in the silence.

Felix’s hand tangled in my hair, gripping tight. He was shaking, his entire body drawn taut like a bowstring. He tried to buck, to set the pace, but I didn’t let him. I pinned his hips with my hands, forcing him to take it.

I felt him swelling. Getting closer.

I pulled off.

He whimpered into my palm, pleading. The head of his cock was glistening, swollen and purple.

“You like that?” I whispered, looking up at him. Saliva trailed from my lip.

He nodded frantically. “Don’t stop. Fuck, don’t stop.”

“Tell me who owns you.”

“You,” he panted, his hips bucking against my hold. “You do.”

I smirked and spat onto the head of his cock. Felix gasped, the wet heat shocking him.

I licked the spit down the length of him, swirling my tongue around the ridge, tasting his pre-cum. But I didn’t stop there. I pushed his legs further apart, burying my face between his thighs. I dragged my tongue down, over the heavy weight of his balls, licking the soft skin until he shuddered. I moved lower, to the sensitive skin of his taint, lapping at him.

“You drive me mad, you prick,” he choked out.

I reached back and spat into my fingers, coating them in warm fluid. I found the hole and I circled the entrance, teasing the ring of muscle with my fingertip.

“Relax,” I growled against his skin. “Let me inside.”

I pushed one finger in. Felix cried out, his back arching off the mattress. I kept my hand over his mouth, smothering the sound.

My tongue lapped at his cock while my finger curled inside him, hitting that sweet spot with ruthless precision. I was ferocious. I was claiming territory. I pumped my finger, stretching him, wrecking him.

He was tight, but he was enjoying this, his body yielding to me even as his mind raced.

“I need to open you up, Felix. I need to make sure you feel me everywhere, filling the empty spaces where your fear lives.”

“Please,” he gasped against my palm. “Please, Leander.”

“I know, Felix,” I whispered, watching him. “I know.”

I added a second finger and scissored them inside him, stretching him wide, hitting the spot hard. Felix’s eyes rolled back. He thrashed trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure. He was completely undone, a mess of sweat and need, stripped of every defense he had ever built.

I gentled without stopping, easing him down off each crest before it could break him, reading him through my hands, every hitch and flutter and stuttered breath reporting exactly how far gone he was. His body had stopped keeping secrets from me.

“Please,” he begged against my palm. “Leander. Now.”

“I’m going to ruin you for anyone else,” I whispered.

Felix’s hands, which had been fisted in the sheet and my hair for as long as I had been touching him, opened. He laid them palm up on the mattress beside his head and left them there. In every hour I had known him I had never seen those hands empty. They had held a tablet, a ball, a captain’s band, my wrist. Now they held nothing at all.

“Say it,” I told him.

“I want you inside me.” His voice broke on it and he did not take it back. “I don’t want you to be careful.”

“Too bad,” I said. “I’m going to be anyway.”

I stretched out for a bottle of lube on the nightstand, the standard issue in the ‘Wellness Kit’ provided by the Academy, and coated my cock in the slick fluid. The State thought of everything. The State understood nothing.