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Jupiter tugged at the hem of Trev’s panties, his thumb swiping down over a dark spot on Trev’s upper thigh. “Tattoo?”

“Birthmark,” Trev replied.

It was a small splotch that resembled a lopsided heart.

“Cute.” Jupiter traced the shape with his thumb.

“Cute, huh?” Trev dared to reach out and drag his fingers through Jupiter’s hair the way he’d been dying to. It was softer than he’d thought, and he resisted the urge to give it a cruel tug. Having that particular part of himself called cute annoyed him, and he was becoming impatient.

He didn’t want to answer more questions.

He didn’t want to screw around.

He wanted to do what he came here to do. He wanted to fuck.

Trev twisted his fingers to tease the barest amount of pressure as he taunted, “I think the word you were looking for is gorgeous.”

“Oh?” Jupiter’s eyes cut up to meet Trev’s, and he smirked. “No doubt about that.”

“So.” Trev flashed his teeth. “Shall we begin? Or did you have any other questions?” He had to fight not to roll his eyes as he added, “Sir?”

“Kneel.”

Thank fuck.

“Yes, sir.” Trev dropped between Jupiter’s spread legs, but he didn’t touch yet. He knew Jupiter would probably want to tell him what to do now that they were finally starting, and he couldn’t wait. He didn’t have to fake being turned on when he looked at Jupiter.

God, he was beautiful.

Trev wanted to lick that damn scar so badly he couldn’t stand it, and he wanted to kiss those lush lips and feel them all over his body. He shivered when Jupiter touched his face, and he leaned into his palm with a soft sigh, awaiting Jupiter’s next command.

“You’re good,” Jupiter said, tapping Trev’s chin with his thumb. “You wear your mask very well.”

Trev flinched.

Jupiter had yet again surprised him.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he said carefully.

“No?” Jupiter chuckled. “I think it’s killing you not to be in charge. You’re down to fuck because you’re attracted to me, but you hate this, don’t you?” He set his glass on the bedside table. “Having to pretend?”

“Don’t you?” Trev shot back.

“Excuse me?”

“Gorgeous guy like you paying for it? Please.” Trev snorted, the gears in his mind turning fast as he scanned Jupiter’s face. “You’re only here because there must be something you want that you can’t get anywhere else. You want obedience but quality without the headache. Hard to find that on Grindr, but you don’t like the bullshit either. The pretending. The masks.”

“Oh?” Jupiter smiled. “I suppose you think you’re what I’m looking for then, huh?”

“I know I am, sir.” Trev flicked out his tongue to catch the side of Jupiter’s finger. “After all, I’m still here, aren’t I?”

“That’s true,” Jupiter mused. “But let’s keep pretending for a moment.”

“Why?”

“For my own amusement. Tell me. What if we met in a bar?” Jupiter chuckled. “Do you think we’d still end up somewhere alone together? Would you approach me? Try to charm me into your bed?”

“I don’t go to bars but if I did, you’d come to me.” Trev didn’t think he was being arrogant if it was the truth. He could see how Jupiter looked at him, and he suspected that Jupiter valued honesty. “You wouldn’t be able to keep your eyes off me. You’d probably order me a drink, something expensive to impress me. You’d wait for me to drink it and then you’d walk over to introduce yourself.”