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“I need to know that you’ll have my back like I plan to have yours so we can both leave in one piece. I have a very good idea of what you’re capable of, and while impressive, I’d appreciate a truce until we’re free.” Jupiter lifted his head. “Can you do that?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Uh-uh.” Jupiter flicked out his tongue, teasing over the head of Trev’s cock. “Come on, baby doll. Sal and Emil will not hesitate to kill us both if they know we’re planning to bail. They want this deal with Cold?—”

“And you out of the way,” Trev reminded him haughtily. “I’m worth more alive.”

“For now. As long as they think Boss Cold still wants to negotiate.” Jupiter licked up the side of Trev’s cock. “If not…”

Trev didn’t need Jupiter to finish that sentence. He already knew what that would mean for him—cement shoes, sleeping with the fishes, whatever it was mobsters said these days. He reached down to slide his fingers through Jupiter’s hair. “Fine. I’ll trust you… At least until we get out of here safely. But if you fuck me over or I even think for a second that you’re planning to, I’m gonna put something a lot worse than glitter body spray in your eye, do you understand me?”

Jupiter smiled. “Yes, baby doll.”

“Good. Now?—”

Jupiter swallowed down Trev’s cock, sucking hard.

“O-oh! Fuck!” Trev groaned and pushed up into Jupiter’s mouth, savoring the wet heat surrounding him. Jupiter looked absolutely stunning with his lips wrapped around Trev’s cock, and it was easy to be selfish with Jupiter so willingly giving himself over like this. He tightened his hold on Jupiter’s hair, thrusting a little harder.

Jupiter allowed it, his eyes burning into Trev’s as his fingers made their way up Trev’s inner thigh. He squeezed his groin and directed his thumb back behind Trev’s balls.

The pressure against Trev’s taint drew out a soft moan from his lips, and his heart was pounding nearly as fast as the thoughts spinning in his head. He knew escape had to be his main priority, and he could play nice with Jupiter for a little while to achieve it.

After that…

Trev wasn’t sure.

He didn’t want to think of a future with Jupiter beyond what was hopefully going to be a few more fantastic orgasms and a way out of here. It was startling to realize it wasn’t very hard at all to see himself with Jupiter—a man who challenged him, respected his intelligence and how conniving he could be, and saw potential in him as no one else had before.

Fuck.

Not now.

Trev focused on Jupiter’s mouth and the slide of his tongue, and he groaned as Jupiter’s thumb pressed against his hole. The pressure was a tease of the penetration Trev longed for, and he tried to tilt his hips down in hopes of gaining it.

Jupiter refused him because of course he did, and he withdrew from Trev’s cock with a swipe of tongue over his slit. He directed his attention down to Trev’s hole, and he lapped over it with greedy swipes.

Trev reached for his cock so he could jerk off and find some relief, but Jupiter grabbed his wrist. “Mm, what?”

“Trust me.” Jupiter squeezed lightly and then let go. He spun a finger around Trev’s hole, playing in his spit. He pressed the very tip in, but it was only another tease. “We’ll get there.”

“Sir… please.”

“Please what?”

“I want to come.”

“How?”

“Quickly,” Trev bit out between clenched teeth. The throb in his balls was incessant, and he was starting to sweat.

“Patience, baby doll.” Jupiter pushed his finger in a little deeper, and he licked around it slowly. “Mm, patience.”

Trev wanted to tell Jupiter exactly where he could shove his patience, but he tried instead to relax. The press of Jupiter’s finger burned, though his pooling spit helped mute the discomfort. Soon it was enough for Jupiter’s entire finger to thrust inside of him, though that was also only a whisper of the pleasure he knew Jupiter was capable of with his cock.

That’s what he wanted.

He wanted Jupiter to fuck him and stop screwing around.