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He was Gamble’s man.

Oh, and he never wanted him to put this erotic version of Gamble away.

EVER.

This was the Gamble he craved. There was something about being manhandled by a tatted-up Marine.

Jesus.

H.

Christ.

Today was the best day of his life.

Above him, Gamble was struggling.

“Fuck, Doctor, but your mouth,” he moaned as his saliva slicked dick went all the way down his throat until his balls touched Poe’s chin.

When he kept it buried, and Poe looked up at him, he was honest. “Can I fuck you how I want?” he asked.

Poe blinked, and when Gamble slipped from his throat, there was a long line of saliva from his lips to his erection.

“Fuck, yes! Just fuck me!” he begged.

Gamble went back down his body, and lifted his hips. When he shoved pillows under him, he was at the perfect level.

Only, he didn’t fuck him.

No.

He played with him, destroying the man’s control. Poe was wild, and his hips were bucking as Gamble stroked his erection.

“If I die, know I went happy and horny as fuck,” he muttered, as Gamble toyed with his balls by sucking one, and then the other, into his mouth.

This was all incredible to Gamble. All he was doing was giving Poe exactly what he’d want.

And it was working.

The man was shouting his name, and his body was alive with lust.

He did this to him.

Gamble wasn’t broken.

He was fixed and whole.

When Poe came again, the next load of cum shooting across his own abs, Gamble still didn’t let up. He held his balls in a death grip, as he licked the cum from his body.

Poe was lost in the pleasure.

His eyes were blurry with orgasm, and he couldn’t even think.

“Doctor, I fantasized about doing this to you,” Gamble whispered as he lapped his way up his body.

Honestly, Poe couldn’t breathe.

This man owned his libido, and his balls.