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“I want it inside me,” Kit added lewdly. “So get your clothes off.”

Henry’s cheeks flushed, grey eyes glittering with pleasure as he clambered to his feet.

Kit rose too, and they both quickly undressed.

“Lovely,” Kit said, walking around Henry once he was naked, admiring the powerful planes of his body. “Are you ready to serve me?”

“Yes,” Henry whispered.

“Good,” Kit said, smiling. “That’s what I like to hear.” He strolled over to the bureau and removed the bottle of oil from the top drawer that he’d stashed there earlier.

On his way back to the chaise longue, he picked up Henry’s shirt, tossing the linen down on the sofa before he laid himself down on top of it. “You can wear this tomorrow,” he said. “You’ll smell of my spend.”

Henry moaned and Kit laughed softly. “Come here. I want your tongue on my hole.”

Eyes shining with lust, Henry dropped to his knees and moved closer.

“Hands behind your head,” Kit said lightly. “I want to see you work for this.”

Henry groaned again but he did as he was bid, clasping his hands at the back of his neck as he inched forward.

At the first touch of his tongue, Kit sighed with pleasure and spread his thighs further apart. “Yes,” he moaned. “Just. Like. That.” He dropped a hand to his cock and began to lazily tease it, rubbing the head with his thumb, then stroking the length.

Henry’s eager tongue was exquisite against his sensitive rim, dipping inside, hot and squirming.

Ah fuck.

After a while, Kit tugged at his hair.

“All right you lovely beast,” he said hoarsely. “I want you inside me now.”

Henry let out a groan that was abjectly grateful and clambered up onto the chaise longue while Kit opened the oil and covered his fingers, liberally spreading the warm, viscous liquid over his already quivering, desperate hole.

“You too,” Kit breathed, reaching for Henry. He loved the easy glide of his oiled hand over Henry’s desperately hard shaft, and Henry’s gasp of pleasure at his touch.

“Come on, then,” Kit said when he was done. “Let’s get that lovely big prick inside me.”

But when Henry reached for his hips, Kit gave him a quelling look.

“Ah-ah,” he admonished. “Let’s keep those hands out of the way.”

“No, Kit, please,” Henry begged.

“Oh, butyes,” Kit said. “It will help you concentrate on my pleasure rather than your own. Come on. Hands behind your head again. I’ll help you get in.”

Henry groaned almost painfully this time, but he did as he was told, linking his hands at the back of his neck while Kit took hold of his shaft and lined him up perfectly to sink deeply into Kit’s warm, welcome heat.

“Yes,” Kit hissed, throwing his head back as Henry sank inside him. “God, yes, like that. Fuck me.”

Henry did his best.

Without his hands for purchase, he was all at sea, trying to give Kit what he wanted with powerful punches of his hips, his expression hazy with lust.

Kit lifted his legs, pulling his thighs back with his own hands, splayed and open and needful.

“Yes, right there,” he panted. “Pound me hard, Henry.”

And Christ, but Henry did, as best as any man could with his hands out of the way.