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He bites his lower lip and points his head over to a closed door.

“That better lead to your bedroom.”

“It might. You won’t know if you don’t try.”

I take his hand and pull him toward the door.

“Thank fuck,” I say when I'm proven right, and I throw him on the bed, covering his body with mine.

“Clothes,” he says, reaching down for the button of his jeans.

It’s my turn to push his hands aside while I take care of him. A moment later, our jeans, underwear, socks, and shoes are in a pile by the bed.

“I hope you’re not very attached to this comforter or that the paint is easily washable because we’re going to make a mess,” I say.

“That better not be an empty promise. And don’t worry. It’s washable paint because it’s safe to use on skin.”

“I never make empty promises when it comes to what I really need.” I kiss a path down his chest, past his leaking cock, and onto his thigh.

“And…you need me?”

I take the crown of his cock in my mouth and suck on it like the delicacy it is. I let it go with a pop. “Like you wouldn’t believe,” I say before I take him in until my nose almost touches the hairs on the base of his cock.

“Fuck,” he shouts.

I put my hands on his hips to keep him in place as he threads his fingers through my hair.

My dick is hard enough to pound a bed of nails.

I let go of his cock. He moans his disagreement, but I move up and take his mouth to shut him up.

He rocks against me, and I almost forget why I stopped the blowjob.

“I’m holding on to my last brain cell, Arlo. How do you want to come?”

He flips us over, and it’s my turn to feel him on top of me. His weight pins me down as he rubs our cocks together.

“Like this…for now.”

I open my legs to give him more room to move. He curses when I wrap my legs around his waist as a sign that I’m happy for things to take a different route the next time.

“Fuck, Levi. You’re so good.”

“You should feel it from where I’m lying,” I gasp.

“Maybe later. Definitely later,” he says, sucking the skin on my collarbone. I appreciate his presence of mind to pick somewhere that’ll be hidden by clothing. I’m not sure I’d be as careful.

“Switch?”

“You want me on top of you?” I ask.

“No, this is more than good. I’m asking if you like to switch.”

“Fuck yeah.”

He kisses me hard before declaring, “I hope you have a quick recovery period because we’re in for a long night.”

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