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Thorne’s cock jumped against Felix’s cheek.

He softly dragged his lips over it before looking back at Thorne.

The man’s lips were parted, arms above his head, where his hands fisted the pillow behind him.

Like he was desperately trying to restrain himself.

But all it did was melt Felix’s insides.

Thick arm muscles bunching, veins over the backs of his hands popping, neck corded and taut.

“Perhaps you should do something about it,” Thorne rasped.

Felix leaned down and licked Thorne’s stomach clean. He groaned as the salty, musky flavor burst on his tongue. He glanced back up at him.

“Is that what you meant?” he asked innocently.

Thorne gritted his teeth, his forearms flexing as his fists tightened.

Slick, hot desire coiled in Felix’s groin.

God, those forearms. Dusted with dark curling hair, with muscles so hard they could chip teeth.

How he wouldn’t love to test that out. But his mouth had other business to attend to tonight.

Felix slipped the tip of Thorne’s shaft in his mouth, swirled his tongue, and then released him. “Or that?”

“Fuck, Bentley. I have never wanted to kill someone about to suck my cock more.”

Felix chuckled and nuzzled Thorne’s cock.

It was a fucking glorious cock, in line with the man it belonged to.

Long, thick, and destined to stretch Felix’s mouth to its limits.

He slipped down and mouthed Thorne’s ballocks, running his tongue over the textured skin, sucking them softly into his mouth.

Just a bit more torture. It was only fair after what Thorne had put him through yesterday.

His eyes rolled back at the feel of Thorne in his mouth, and he ground his aching erection into the mattress, desperate for relief.

A whimper reached his ears, and Felix smiled against Thorne’s heated skin.

That was the first time Thorne’d been the one to whimper.

A thrill shivered down Felix’s spine. Enough teasing. For the both of them.

He shifted back up, gripped Thorne around the base, and licked his lips.

Then he wrapped them around the man’s cock and sank down, a satisfied moan tumbling from him as his lips were finally granted that delicious stretch he’d been longing for.

He gave himself a moment, reveled in the weight of Thorne’s cock on his tongue. Heavy, hot, and pulsing.

But it wasn’t enough. Felix needed to explore, needed to learn every inch.

He trailed his tongue on the underside, tracing the sensitive vein, moving in quick, short sucks until Thorne’s cock was sliding smoothly between his lips.

Until the crown bumped against the back of his throat.

An array of curses and grunts and groans flitted to Felix’s ears, and he glanced up, gaze catching Thorne’s lust-drunk one.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this exact moment,” Thorne said hoarsely.

“I knew those pretty lips would look perfect wrapped around me. Knew choking you with my cock would be the perfect way to punish that pompous mouth. Every time you condescended to me, spoke down to me, all I wanted was to get you on your knees. Silence. You. Properly.”

Felix’s hips bucked into the mattress. Oh God. That man’s mouth was pure sin. Depraved. Delicious. It destroyed him.

“The number of times I’ve frigged myself picturing you just like this,” he said on a groan. “Filling that sharp mouth with my seed. Painting those freckles with my cum.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Felix froze in his bobbing, his hand flying to the base of his cock, squeezing painfully tight.

He breathed slowly through his nose, trying to bring himself back from the edge.

It passed, and he let out a sigh of relief around Thorne’s shaft.

To which the infuriating man only chuckled.

Time to finish this. Time to show Thorne how much better reality was than fantasy.

He took the man to the back of his throat, and Thorne’s thighs went whipcord straight.

Felix swallowed, eliciting a sharp intake of breath.

Then he began moving up and down, hitting the back of his throat on each pass, bloody near choking off his air supply.

His eyes watered, and a tear broke free as he sank down over and over again. He tightened his lips and sucked hard.

The chamber filled with grunts, curses, and lewd wet noises. He was making a complete mess of himself and Thorne, but he didn’t care, couldn’t care. His cock ached something fierce. God, he was way too close. He needed Thorne to get there.

He slid a hand between Thorne and palmed the man’s ballocks, tugging gently. Thorne’s grunts grew wild.

“Don’t. Swallow,” Thorne gritted out, then his broken throaty groan filled the chamber, and the first hint of cum hit Felix’s throat.

He did his best to stop from swallowing, still sliding up and down Thorne’s cock. He gagged, but forced himself to hold it all, everything this man gave him.

Thorne went limp beneath him, and Felix hurriedly popped off, breaths falling harsh through his nose. The man heaved himself up at the same time Felix rose onto his knees. Eye to eye.

Felix’s hand shot to his aching cock, but Thorne intercepted his hand. Then he slowly tugged at Felix’s lips. Some of his seed dribbled free, and Felix had to fight the urge to swallow.

Thorne cursed. “Fucking look at you.” He dragged Felix’s hand up under Felix’s chin. “Spit.”

Felix let Thorne’s cum slowly drip into his palm.

“Frig yourself. Come. Knowing my cum is what brought you there.”

Felix’s eyes rolled back, his slick hand shooting to his shaft.

His hand flew over his cock, gaze raking over the bliss-drunk man staring back at him.

Bloody fucking Christ. A second later, his orgasm hit him.

His heart ricocheted against his ribs, his blood humming.

The pleasure combusted, a roaring flame licking over every inch of his skin.

He fell to his free hand, stroking himself through it as he coated Thorne’s stomach with his cum, milking every last bit of his orgasm.

Desperate for every burn the flame of bliss would give him.

He curled over, head falling to Thorne’s chest, panting and gulping down air.

He barely had the energy to lift his gaze to find Thorne’s.

The man was biting his lip, gaze still dark, still somewhat hazy in that post-orgasm daze.

It was the most delicious sight Felix had ever seen.

This large, impossibly strong man, covered in Felix’s seed.

In their seed. He wanted to commit it to memory.

Thorne slowly dropped back to the mattress.

Gaze locked on Felix’s, his hand lazily slid down over his muscled chest, down to his stomach.

He slipped his fingers through Felix’s seed, rubbed it into his skin.

Felix’s sharp inhale cut through the chamber, and his cock jumped, thickened, and that all-too-familiar coiling pressure began building.

Thorne’s stare shot to the movement and then back to Felix’s gaze, eyes wide. “Again?” he asked in disbelief.

Felix sank his teeth into his bottom lip and rocked it back and forth as he nodded. He had no bloody clue why, but the heat of a blush flamed over his cheeks.

Thorne grinned and grabbed the edge of the bed linens, hastily wiping himself clean. “On your back, Bentley.”

Felix frowned and apparently was moving too slowly.

Because in the next minute, Thorne’s hands were palming his arse and flipping him onto his back.

Felix bounced lightly on the mattress, arousal thrumming through his veins.

Anticipation. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to being thrown around by this man.

How it instantly reduced him to nothing but simmering lust.

Thorne settled between Felix’s thighs. His gaze met Felix’s, a dark promise in those grey irises.

“My turn,” he murmured, his voice molten, hungry. “And I fully intend to express my full appreciation.”

And then Thorne put that wicked mouth to use.