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“Wow,” Ezra whispers. He strokes his fingers up and down the shaft.

“Ah!” Sparkles run up my spine. I arch toward the source.

Ezra dips his head, and my cock is engulfed in astounding heat. Then there’s a strange pressure and gentle friction all over. I can’t stop making noises. Ezra takes my wrists again, this time holding them both in one hand atop my thigh as his other hand disappears between my legs. Pressure builds and builds. He makes a choking noise and suddenly my cock is being massaged by unbearable tightness. Sensations I could never imagine roll over me. The velvet couch strokes my skin as I squirm. Ezra’s touch lifts me to another plane, and I soar, noises pouring out of my mouth, my body moving without my permission toward the source. A sun bursts in my core. I’m spilling seed through my new cock into his mouth, everything exploding into light.

Latently, I hear Ezra’s noises under my own.

The light slowly fades. Ezra’s moans assault my suddenly sensitive parts, and I twitch. He quickly pulls back, panting. His eyes are damp and he coughs.

“Shit… Lysander. Your cock moves.”

I slump, breathing hard. “I came.”

He lets out a hoarse laugh. “Hell yeah you did.”

“My first.” I free my hands from his hold and reach for him instinctively. My cock is already retracting into its pocket inside. Ezra rises onto the couch and pulls the blanket around me.

“Can I kiss you again, after that?” he asks softly. His eyes are dark and warm, his face flushed completely pink. My heart swells.

“Please.” I lift my head.

The kiss is tart and musky — my taste. A shiver goes through me. Ezra gently runs his tongue along my lips and I open automatically, somehow understanding he wants to be let in. He sighs into my mouth, his chest rising under my hand. My fingers graze his nipple, firm and pointed.

He groans, and I do it again.

He pulls back. “You don’t have to do anything.”

“I want to.” My skin still tingles all over and my heart thumps with longing. I want to make him feel the way I felt. I fumble at his pants, the heavy fabric getting in my way.

Ezra unbuttons himself and shoves his pants down his thighs, exposing himself. He has a cock too, thick all the way from base to tip and straighter than mine, pink like his cheeks. A dark thatch of hair surrounds the base. A soft pouch hangs below his cock — his exposed testes. I reach for them curiously, and his breath stutters.

“I guess you don’t have these?” he jokes softly.

“Mine are on the inside.” I cup them. They’re warm and heavy, covered with the same thick hair.

“Mm.” He groans, and his cock twitches, letting out a pulse of clear liquid.

I trace the length of his cock carefully, hypnotized by how it sways under my fingers. His hand tightens on the blanket.

“Lick your palm,” he tells me. “Then cup it.”

I do as he says, thrilled when his eyes drift shut briefly. He shifts his hips so his cock rests heavily in my palm and his body crowds me into the couch. Then he starts moving.

The way his cock slides in and out of my grip makes me hot again. I stare down at his thrusting hips, unable to tear my eyes away, but his panting breaths against my sensitive ear send tingles down my spine. I squirm, the dampness between my thighs making sparks fly. Ezra lets out a noise of arousal in myear that pulls my whole body tight, and I inadvertently squeeze his cock. He gasps and jerks.

White fluid spurts from the tip. Ezra clutches my shoulder through the blanket. I suddenly need to know what his expression looks like — he’s staring down at me, his brow furrowed, his eyes open and his pink mouth parted. I sink my free hand into his hair and pull his mouth down to mine.

“Nnh,” he moans against me, still twitching.

This time I’m the one sliding my tongue against his, tasting him. He sucks in a breath through his nose and braces himself over me.

“Sorry,” he gasps. “I couldn’t hold back.”

Lightness fills me.

I’m covered in his fluid all across my abdomen — some even got on the blanket — but I like it. A lot. I run a finger through it and bring it to my lips. It’s bitter, salty, and tangy. Knowing it came from him makes my stomach flutter.

Ezra grabs a tissue off the side table and wipes my skin clean. A sudden wave of exhaustion rolls over me, and I pull the blanket over both of us and sink into his arms as he tucks himself away.