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S eeing Ran kneeling between my legs, his expression alternating between eager and anxious, sends a swell of warmth into my heart —and a pulse of heat into my cock.

I’d say it’s even better than I imagined, but honestly… I never imagined this. Even though I fantasized in electric, dick-hardening detail about kissing Ran, blowing him, lavishing my tongue on his cock, balls, asshole and every sliver of skin in between, I’d never thought about him blowing me .

The anxiety in his hazel eyes taps a vein of emotion inside me.

He’s nervous because he wants to please me , because he wants to make me happy.

I push that thought out of my mind because it’s too much.

I’m going to get emotional and choke up, and then he’ll definitely think he’s doing something wrong.

He wraps his hand around my cock again, squeezing the root. His eyes are locked on the precum building at the slit as his lips part. He runs his tongue over the head of my dick, and even though the sensation is barely a whisper, it jerks in his hand.

Ran makes a little sound of surprise at the movement. He licks my slit again —another soft, experimental taste. My dick is impatient for more, the sensation sending it into overdrive, precum leaking out steadily as he runs his tongue over the head more firmly, pulling a hungry sound out of me.

“Feels good, Stud,” I murmur.

When he lifts his gaze to meet mine, the sight is so hot that I’m suddenly fighting not to blow my load right this second.

Behind his glasses, his pupils are dilated.

The tip of his tongue hovers teasingly close to my swollen cockhead, and the way he’s looking up at me with the sweetest, biggest eyes and the slightest tremble to his lower lip is almost too much.

I find myself moving cautiously, as if he’s a wild animal I don’t want to scare off.

Reaching a hand out, I let my fingers brush his cheek again before I run them through his hair.

I notice for the first time a scattering of nearly-blond streaks where the California sunshine must have highlighted his soft brown curls.

He pulls his tongue back and darts it over his lips, making them wet and shiny. “You look so sexy,” I tell him, my voice rough with lust.

He glances up again, but this time, a smile sneaks onto his face. It’s Ran’s usual, familiar smile. The fact that he’s flashing it at me while he’s between my legs with the taste of my precum on his tongue is so hot that I think I’m going to lose my mind.

He licks my slit once more before taking my cockhead in his mouth.

Tentatively at first, he sucks on it and runs his tongue around the crown.

My eyes are locked on him, because I need every mental image of Ran exploring my dick for the first time to be seared in my brain forever.

Even blinking makes me worry that I might miss something.

Growing bolder now, Ran slides his lips down my shaft. He gets about halfway on his first shot, and I moan in appreciation to encourage him. On his next try, he goes deeper but overshoots and sort of gags. He pulls back and coughs, looking embarrassed.

I put my hand back on his hair. “Easy, Stud. You can take it slow.”

His eyes are watering as he looks up at me. “I want to try. Deep, I mean.”

“You don’t need to do that,” I say, but I recognize the determined look on his face. I chuckle. “You just can’t back away from a challenge, can you?”

Ran’s cheeks flush but he doesn’t break eye contact. “Guess not. And I want to make you feel good.”

“You are,” I tell him.

“Show me how.” It’s a whisper, but his tone is demanding. I can’t tell him no .

I wrap a fist around the root of my cock. “Hold it like this to give yourself a buffer. To go deeper, you have to relax your throat. If you swallow, you can kind of override your gag reflex.”

That determined look is still on his face as he takes me back into his mouth and gamely follows my instructions. “ So good, Stud,” I groan as I feel spit running down my balls when he practices taking me deep again.

What Ran lacks in technique, he makes up for with enthusiasm.

He eventually finds a rhythm with his hand and his mouth, rotating his wrist as his head bobs up and down.

The sight of his lips stretched around my length sends a kick of lust and a rush of blood into my cock.

When it throbs in his mouth, he makes a low noisethrillingly close to a moan.

He does something soft and sort of feathery with his tongue and I let out a hoarse, involuntary sound. “Oh yeah, just like that. You don’t have to do anything different — just keep doing what you’re doing and you’re gonna get me off real quick.”

A thought strikes me. “Want me to tell you right before so you can pull it out of your mouth?” He gives me a quick head shake and the vibration of an uh-uh sends tingles through my dick. So does knowing I’m going to blow a load in Aaryn Knight’s hot, eager mouth —very, very soon.

“You’re getting me off so good, Stud. You’ve got me so close,” I pant.

Ran catches me by surprise when he takes my balls in one hand and kneads them gently without breaking stride.

Taking his other hand off my shaft, he slides it up my torso until he reaches one of my nipple rings.

He tugs it lightly; at the same time, his other hand circles the top of my sack just enough to put tension on my balls as they try to tighten up against my body.

When he releases them at the same time as he gives my nipple ring a little bit of a twist, I come undone.

It’s like every nerve in my body fires off at once, sending a flood of hot, pulsing pleasure through me that makes my back arch and my hips buck.

Ran makes a strangled sound and I realize I just inadvertently made him take me deeper so I’m coming practically down his throat.

His eyes water as I pump what feels like a torrent of come into him.

I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows quickly.

He gets most of it, but a trickle escapes and runs down his chin. That image is going to live front and center in my spank bank for a very long time. As he comes off my cock, there’s an audible pop followed by a ragged gasp.

Ran gazes up at me, eyes bright and mouth wet, while both of us pant for breath for a minute.

“Was that OK?” he asks the instant he’s on the sofa beside me. “I mean, I know you came, but was it… you know, good ?”

The grin on my face feels big enough to split it in two as I tug him towards me. But when he pulls back, my smile vanishes. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, do you —I didn’t think you’d want —” he stammers.

“I want to kiss you,” I tell him. “Is that OK?”

Ran looks unsure and a little worried. “But you just blew in my mouth.”

I huff out a laugh. “I sure did. Which is why I want to kiss you.”

His brows come together as he pushes his glasses, which had slipped down a bit, back up his nose. “You don’t… mind?”

“Of course not. You made me feel really good. It would be shitty of me to not even give you a thank-you kiss.”

He gives me a little nod without saying anything, and wheels start turning in my head. “Does that mean that you would’ve been grossed out if I’d kissed you right after I got you off? If so, that’s OK. I just want to know for next time.” I give Ran a look I hope comes across as flirtatious.

I’m rewarded with that smile I love so much. It feels like I’m watching the sun come out every time I see it. “Next time! You liked it, then? I did good?” he asks eagerly.

He just makes me warm all over. “Yeah, Stud.” My voice comes out hoarse. “Really good.”

M y limbs are heavy with satiation and I should really be sleeping, but I’m practically vibrating with energy. I’m in bed, but sleep is the furthest thing from my mind. I’ve known for years I wanted Ran, but I had no idea I wanted himthis badly, this intensely, this completely.

I’m still thrilled that he agreed to sleep in my bed tonight when I asked.

After we settled in, he kept talking —apologizing in advance if he snored, asking what was up with all the pillows, saying the sheets were nice and soft —and then he was out, almost in mid-sentence.

It was like my hand stroking his hair suddenly flipped an invisible light switch.

I have an arm and a leg draped over Ran’s body, grounding me. He’s not snoring, actually —just breathing quietly and evenly. It’s so fucking sweet and soothing I want to stay awake all night just so I can listen to it.

I had thought —a lot —over the years about what it would be like to kiss Ran.

The reality blew even my hottest fantasies out of the water.

All I could think as he ground his mouth against mine, hot and urgent, was that I wanted the taste of his lips and the wonderfully eager sounds he made to be inside of me forever.

I wanted to make his kiss a part of me, weave it into the fiber of my being, claim it as mine.

Ran seemed to want that kiss just as badly.

He licked inside my mouth like he was trying to taste me, filling my mouth with his tongue as if he couldn’t stand to have even that much empty space between our two bodies.

That first taste of his lips made me think of coming inside on a clear winter night; of bracing, star-speckled infinity yielding to bright, glowing warmth. He tasted like coming home.

Gently, I press my lips to his bare shoulder.

“I love you so much,” I whisper against his skin.

Ran stirs underneath me and my heart jumps into my throat.

I’m terrified that I woke him up and that he heard my heartfelt and way too-much-too-soon confession.

But he just murmurs something that’s not quite words and stills again.

The sense of yearning that threatens to overwhelm my mind is sharp and heady, almost enough to make me dizzy.

My longing has never been like this before, and it takes me a minute to realize why: Before that day when Ran materialized at the end of my bar as if by magic, this was only in my head.

But suddenly I’ve taken a leap from the realm of the imagination into the fantastically and terrifyingly real .

I want to belong to Ran so badly, it’s chewing at me from the inside out, like the fiercest hunger I’ve ever felt in my life.

It’s a dangerous feeling, because I would give him whatever part of myself he asked for without hesitating, without a thought or regard to the cost. I’m so tauntingly, agonizingly close to everything I’ve fantasized about.

I can’t stand the thought of having come this far only to have it slip through my fingers. Because the only thing that would be worse than never having had this day with him would be never having another one like it.