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“I heard you the first time!”

He turned his head my way and gave me a bewildered look. “But you said-”

“I know what I said! I just… I’ve never heard it phrased quite that way before.”

“Oh. How should I have phrased it instead, then?” His throat bobbed on a hard swallow, and his voice went hoarse as he said, “You’re making my cock hard.”

Oh. Oh no.

We needed to go back to the goofy idea that his dick was powering up like a ship’s engine, and we needed to do itright fucking now. Because hearing Oaken say shit like, “You’re making my cock hard,” was so astoundingly hot it should have been illegal.

Somebody needed to call the warden on his ass.

No, somebody needed to call the warden onmyass. Because not only was I not putting more space between us to let his loins deactivate…

I was sliding my hand lower.

But… What the hell was I supposed to do?! The man’s loins were activated! I couldn’t leave him hanging with activated loins! That would just be cruel!

“Tell me to stop if any of this makes you uncomfortable,” I said huskily as my fingertips skimmed lower, lower, lower. All the way under the blanket.

“I am not uncomfortable,” he choked out instantly. “No discomfort here. None at all! I am extremely comfortable and can assure you that-”

His words were cut off by a strangled gasp when my fingers found his cock.

He was incredibly hot here, smooth and heavy, the flesh leaping in response to my touch. One stroke, and he stiffened to what I had to imagine was his full size. Frantic flesh bumped along the backs of my knuckles. His cock tail was going wild down there.

I needed to get a better look.

Sitting up, I wrenched the blanket back. Oaken’s shaft jutted upwards, throbbing in my hand. His cock tail writhed, as if it had a mind of its own. Experimentally, I uncurled my pinky finger from Oaken’s shaft.

The cock tail seized on my finger instantly. It tightened, and at the same moment, moisture appeared at Oaken’s dark green tip. Oaken groaned, hips lurching upwards. He was so brutally tense, nearly shaking already, just from having my hand on him.

I wanted to do more than that.

Frankly, right now, I wanted to suck his fucking soul out through his dick.

I wanted to blow his mind so completely that he was never able to forget me.

So that even when he was happily married to some other hot human in the future, he still sometimes came back to this moment.

Which was a shitty, selfish thing to think.

But I thought it anyway.

I crawled over his thigh, kneeling between his legs.

“Oaken,” I breathed against his slick tip.

“Blast,” he hissed.

“I’m going to give you a blow job. If that’s alright with you.”

He wrenched his head forward to look at me. Wild, white eyes met mine.

“What’s a blow job?”

I snorted softly, then gave his cock a swift stroke. He threw his head back on the pillow with a shudder.