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“Tell me about it. No one else bought it, either. My baby sister couldn’t say it, so she just called me Mars, and that was what stuck. I had a… uh… beefier period in high school where it was Mars Bar, which was especially shitty because have you ever had a Mars bar?”

Eli pressed his lips together, like he was trying to keep his laughter in check. “I never have, but I think I’m about to, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to love it.”

I groaned. “Shit, that’s bad.”

“You’re still lying here.” His smile gleamed, bright and humored. And he was right. I was still lying half draped over him like a fool and with no intention of stopping anytime soon.

I gave him a sharp smile. “Only out of curiosity since I’ve never seen what a half set looks like.”

He shoved my shoulder until I rolled onto my back. “Nowthat’shorrible.”

“It is,” I agreed. “But I’m also pretty sure I’ll like it just fine.” Then I rolled right back into him and closed my mouth around his nipple and sucked. Hard. He arched beneath me with a moan, then kept on as I followed the vine work and blossoms all the way down his ribs to his groin.

Fuck, how had I gone from this guy annoying the living shit out of me to caressing every part of him I could with my tongue and loving every second of it. He pitched and swayed underneath me, arching into my mouth, responding to my touch with soft murmured “yeses” and “pleases” that were driving me crazy.

I really, really hadn’t intended for there to be some fulfillment of that moment at the bell tower where we got cut off. I didn’t have the time or patience. And yet, here I lay, champing at the bit to get his clothes off, to have more of him touching more of me and screw the consequences. It was nice being with someone again, someone who wasn’t a quick, mostly anonymous fuck, or someone who was going to side eye me and ask when I’d be heading out on the road again. That it was Eli Warner who was getting me all loopy, well, I guess I’d just take my lumps and be a hypocrite.

As I moved over his body, kissing his warm skin, finding myself at his mouth again, where he kissed me slow and deep with his fingers playing over the back of my neck and down my spine, I had to admit also that I liked more about him than just his body.

“Want it,” Eli whispered between kisses, and tilted his head back to expose his throat to the pinch of my teeth, the suck of my mouth. I licked into the hollow of his throat and kissed the tip of his chin, my dick throbbing behind my jeans as I grinned against him.

“That a demand or a question?”

“Can it be both?”

“Feels like both,” I muttered, sitting up to draw my shirt over my head. Eli watched me with a wanton gaze like I was some Adonis stripping down. I wasn’t, and I felt a little self-conscious of the thatch of hair over my chest. I was bulk and mass, not statuesque definition like him, and I was all too aware that my days of six-pack abs had a layer of junk food and lack of exercise over them, but he slid his fingers through the hair over my sternum and gave it a little tug that stung in a good way.

“Fuck you’re sexy,” he said, and I might’ve laughed except the look in his eyes made me believe it, or at least really want to. “Powerful. Strong.”

“Husky,” I offered, and he cracked a smile as I pulled his T-shirt the rest of the way off. I wriggled free of my pants and helped him as he shucked his. Eli hesitated over his boxers, then gave me that same self-conscious smile before he pulled them all the way down. His hard dick thumped against his stomach, the skin of his sac a little loose where his testicle had been removed, but otherwise, there wasn’t all that much that differentiated him from any other guy.

He let out a sigh as I scrutinized him with my hands running over his thighs. They were smooth, nearly hairless, a fascinating texture in comparison to the wiry hairs covering mine. “It’s weird how I still get this sliver of self-consciousness, even though my body has been like this for half a decade now. Like, how much of my identity I put into a fucking organ. It drove me crazy at first.”

“You’re gorgeous, trust me, one ball or fifty.” I reached down, running my fingers over the soft, bunched skin, then slid down his body to show him exactly what I thought of him.

“Fifty would be difficult to…” He trailed off with a breathy, pleased murmur as I teased the crown of his cock, slicked my tongue down his shaft, then sucked that soft skin into my mouth.

“Nnnnngh.” Eli arched his hips into me on a moan, and I slid my hands underneath him to clutch his ass as he buried his fingers in my hair. We moved lazily at first, getting a feel for each other. The slow roll of his thrusts, the rebound of his cock against my throat, and the salty wet warmth of him filled me and took over my taste buds. He let out a raspy cry as I sucked hard on his tip, and then he pushed my head back, panting as he demanded, “Flip around so I can reach you.”

I eyed Eli skeptically. “Aren’t sixty-nines for the younger set?”

“Hell no, what planet are you living on? Get your ass up here.”

I complied a beat later, shucking the rest of my clothes. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d done something like this that actually required a measure of flexibility and finesse, but I was determined to give it my all.

As Eli positioned himself near my aching cock, he let out a huff of air. “Guess I should’ve expected the genetics would carry all the way through.” I barked out a laugh, and he angled a sheepish grin at me. “That wasn’t very sexy, huh?”

“It was… uh… scientifically appropriate?” I hedged.

Eli wrapped his fist around my cock and squeezed until I gasped with the jolt of pleasure that raced from my root to my tip. “You have a big cock, Marcel, and I’m about to show you how much I like it. How’s that?” He squeezed again.

“Way sexier.” But it was nothing compared to the moment he lowered his mouth on me. He teased me with wet smacking kisses and sucking nips up the side of my shaft, then rubbed and licked me until I damn near forgot that I was supposed to be returning the favor on my end. My foot shot out when his lips wrapped around my head, and Eli steadied me with a garbled laugh.

“Sensitive, huh?”

“Very.Fuck, keep it up.” I shivered and focused on him, the silky heat of his cock in my hand, the way it twitched when I ran my tongue over his head and sucked him just inside. A chorus of soft slurps and moans filled the air, and molten pleasure rolled through me. I slid my hand behind Eli’s sac, and stroked over his tight hole until it softened for me and let the tip of my wet finger inside. He moaned and threw a leg over me, shifted around until he was straddling my chest, the whole of his ass mine for the taking.

I spread him, licked him, and slid my fingers inside him while he gasped around my dick. I couldn’t get enough the impatient way he wiggled and pushed against my touch, my tongue, how he clenched his ass around my fingers while he pumped my cock. When he reached back and closed his hand over mine, spreading himself wider, my hips surged up into his mouth, orgasm threatening.