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“Yes,” he whispers. “I like it.”

I drag in a breath. How does he manage to tip my heart over with just a handful of words? I’m so out of my depth, but everything Lysander does solidifies that I want this — I want to be this person for him. To give him what he needs. He stares down at me, wide-eyed, his thighs falling open. His eyes are faintly glazed. I slide the soft velour pants down his thighs and leave them in a puddle on the floor.

“Scoot back,” I tell him. I bend his knees and put his feet on the edge of the couch, opening his thighs to expose the heated mound between his legs and the smooth, damp slit where his cock hides. The sight of him makes me burn. “Keep your feet up.”

His toes curl into the cushion.

“Ezra,” he begs. “This is so…”

“So what, baby?” I prompt him as he trails off.

“Soopen.” He flushes.

“That’s how I want you.” I kiss his knee. “What do you think of that?”

He shudders, and I watch in fascination as his cock peeks from the slit, slowly pushing aside the folds. “I want it too,” he whispers.

“Good.”

I grip his ankles. His words dissolve into moans as I swipe my tongue over his slit, collecting his sweet essence along the way. I let it drip from my mouth onto his cock, then chase it with my tongue. His chest heaves as I tease him with the tip of my tongue. His prehensile cock follows me, waving in the open air.

“Please,” he gasps.

I don’t hesitate to bury my face between his legs. Putting my mouth on someone has always been incredibly intimate, sometimes even more intimate than fucking. When it comes to Lysander, I can’t get enough. His heady, nectar-like scent envelops me. Every stroke of my tongue makes his thighs shake and choked cries spill from his lips. He gets wetter by the second, dripping down the base of his cock and over his hole. His gorgeous green abs contract in front of my eyes. I swallow him down all the way, lashing his slick wetness with my tongue.

He shouts. A burst of sweet come spills from his twitching cock as my reward and his thighs squeeze around my ears as I swallow pulse after pulse of his load. My heartbeat is so loud in my ears I don’t hear the door open and close — until Fitzie’s yelp of horror pierces my eardrum.

“Oh my god!”

The door slams. Lysander tenses.

“Oh, shit.” Instinctively, I loom over him, hiding his intimate bits from view. “Cover your eyes, Fitzie.”

“I’m not looking!” Fitzie yelps. “Who — what — oh my god. I thought you were sick!”

I grab the blanket off the other end of the couch and pull it over Lysander’s naked parts, fumbling behind him to untie his wrists. “Shit, shit, shit. Sorry. I’m sorry.” I don’t know who I’m apologizing to, him or Fitzie.

Lysander’s eyes are huge. He looks from me to the door and back. “Should I go?”

“No,” I say hastily.

“I’m going to the other room,” Fitzie announces loudly, still covering his eyes. He fumbles for the wall. “Get decent. And send your Grindr hookup away! Isleepon that couch!”

His voice goes up an octave. I wince.Oh, god.This was not how I wanted Fitzie to meet Lysander, or vice versa.

When Fitzie slams the door, I drop my head to Lysander’s thigh. “Christ.”

A soft huff of laughter sounds above me. “Oops.”

I groan and get to my feet. “I hope the amulet also works on your dick, because otherwise he might’ve gotten an eyeful.”

Lysander stands, shedding the blanket and givingmean eyeful. I take a brief, selfish moment to admire his perfect ass before he pulls his pants back on. “I suppose it’ll appear to be an ordinary human penis.”

“Sacrilege,” I mutter.

Tension creeps up my spine as he dresses. I was going to ease Fitzie into the idea that I’m seeing someone — after all, it’s not a lie to introduce Lysander as a friend. I’m his friend first, and the benefits are second. Now that’s all out the window, of course.

“What’s a Grindr hookup?” Lysander breaks the silence, and I bark out a laugh in surprise.