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Jameson arched, sliding over a spot inside him that lit him up. He bit his lower lip, feeling more silky blood slide out across his chin.

Jameson groaned, licking at him, wanting him. “Mine.”

“I can’t be.” He was pulling closer, though, legs trying to grip, to wrap around Jameson’s waist.

“You already are.”

“More. Please, more.” He couldn’t worry about it now; all Isaiah could do was move and want and thirst.

“Everything.” Jameson slammed in and took him. “All of me.”

He nodded hard, his body so hot inside and out. This was supposed to be about politics, not the most amazing things he’d ever felt.

He hadn’t expected anything real.

You’re thinking too much.Jameson pinched his ass.

He tightened his body, rolled his eyes and moaned. He wouldn’t last much longer. Not if Jameson kept that up.

So of course, Jameson did. The pinches became sharp slaps that made his eyes roll up in his head. Jameson was just inflaming his every nerve.

He rolled up, begging for more, his need exploding behind his eyes.

Jameson climbed over him even higher, pressing down so there was more leverage, more friction.

“Soon.” He wasn’t sure if he spoke aloud, but he wasn’t sure it mattered.

“Yes. Soon.”Soon we’ll come. Then I’ll take you to bed and feed from your cock.

Isaiah arched, his pleasure exploding behind his eyes. He tried to speak, but nothing came out, and he felt the pressure and depth of Jameson’s climax inside him.

He floated, his entire body held by water and Jameson’s hands.

My beautiful boy.The pride in those words made him smile faintly.

He rested, eyes closed, He could stay here forever.

Isaiah knew it wasn’t going to happen, but he could pretend. Just for a while.