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Mirage

Mirage didn’t know what the fuck was happening or what he’d done that had offended his partner.

It couldn’t’ve been the attempt at a blowjob. What red-blooded male didn’t like his dick sucked?

Grace hauled him to his feet, jaw clenched, glaring at him with eyes that shone like the night sky.

Grace towered over him and leaned forward, pressing his scrunched forehead against his, making it clear he was dead serious.

“Only the men I shame are put on their knees before me. You don’t belong there.”

Mirage was entranced and anxious as Grace’s rough voice carved into him like an invisible chisel.

He couldn’t disguise the sensual fire that burst inside him at Grace’s simmering rumble that sounded like an approaching train.

“You’re one of the fiercest men I know.”

Grace stroked Mirage’s jaw, then brushed his callused thumb across his bottom lip.

“Make no mistake. I want this sexy mouth all over me. But a true warrior doesn’t belong on his knees…especially mine.”

Grace turned them until the back of Mirage’s knees hit the couch, then pushed on his shoulders until he took the hint and sat down.

Without taking his soulful eyes off him, Mirage licked his lips as Grace began to ease his pants over his cock, stopping midthigh.

Mirage pressed down on his own erection, trying to calm the pulsing and the blood engorging him to almost painful hardness.

Grace slid between his spread legs, clutching the base of his dick, and cupped the back of Mirage’s head to bring him closer.

Grace fed the tip of his cock between his lips, opening Mirage’s mouth wider and wider as he did.

His hardness was velvety and supple like a ripe peach.

He smelled so good, but gods, he tasted even better, rich with hints of cedarwood and spiced vanilla.

An unexpected explosion of flavors spread across Mirage’s tongue. Grace’s skin was an intoxicating blend of nature’s finest offerings, creating a craving in him that would be hard to quench.

“Fuck yeah,” Grace sighed as he began to slowly pump his hips.

Mirage moaned and licked the sensitive skin around the head of Grace’s cock, knowing how overstimulated that part of him could get.

He hummed at the saltiness leaking onto his tongue before he pulled the foreskin back and sucked Grace in until he gagged.

He felt his partner begin to shudder, and his knees threatened to buckle.

Grace’s unforgiving hands gripped his hair as he bowed over him and groaned in his ear.

“I’m about to come.”

Grace had barely finished the sentence before he shot down Mirage’s throat.

It was so much and not enough.

He wanted more.