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His tongue pressed hard against the bottom of my neck and dragged hotly up its length all the way to my ear, leaving a blazing trail of dampness, followed quickly by Patrick’s breezy breath. The sensation of hot and cold made my eyes roll back in my skull and my heart race faster.

I thrust my hips up for the sheer need to do something against the torrent of new sensations. My stomach pressed harder against Patrick’s, and my cock throbbed under the pressure of our bodies grinding against one another.

Patrick’s right hand slipped lower, sliding to my ass and feeling it over my underwear. “Fuck,” he purred. “I’ve been dying to know what it feels like.”

I wanted to tell him it probably felt like nothing. A bony ass on a skinny twink couldn’t be a nice squeeze, right? But Patrick shuddered as his fingers sank into my flesh.

“So fucking firm,” he grunted into my neck. “I bet you’re tight as fuck.”

His words broke something in me, some obstacle I hadn’t even known was there, and I let out a moan.

It was a genuine reaction to his dirty language and to his naughty fingers.

They moved closer to the middle, feeling the curve of my cheek until he reached the space between.

I wished I had taken my underwear off when he’d asked.

Feeling the pressure on my hole over the soft fabric of my underwear made my chest fill with air until I seemed so light and empty that I could float away.

Patrick growled against my neck, kissing and licking and sucking it while thrusting his fingers deeper and harder between my cheeks. I felt it all so closely, so intimately, and begged him quietly to tear my briefs off; I needed his skin on mine, his fingertips on my hole, his mouth around my cock.

God, would he do that? I hoped so.

I pulled my hands free as Patrick lowered himself to my collarbone, kissing its length on one side and then on the other, fulfilling his first promise to me.

I’m gonna kiss every inch of you . His lips left a blazing trail behind as he moved lower and lower, sucking my left nipple and biting it playfully just as he squeezed my ass harder.

A high-pitched moan ripped free from my throat. I slapped my hands on Patrick’s back, my nails scratching his skin and my toes curling in ecstasy.

Patrick kept going, mercilessly kissing and licking my body on his slow journey down.

And when his lips grazed the edge of my briefs, his chin touching my cock in passing and setting my body on fire, I almost lost it.

The candles glimmered in my blurring vision as Patrick made a soft, excited sound in his throat, lifting the waistband of my briefs over my cock.

I felt far more naked than I was, if such a thing was possible.

I had never felt anything like it. Still, the awkwardness I expected was not knocking on the door.

With Patrick, it just felt natural. I wasn’t embarrassed by the fact that I was hard as a rock or shivering under every touch.

I wasn’t ashamed of my perfectly average size or the thought that he would notice I had shaved before coming on this trip.

It didn’t bother me that he would see my cock was wet with precum or that I couldn’t string three coherent words anymore.

And most importantly of all, I didn’t think I was so unattractive after all.

He liked me. He liked me so much that he kissed all of me, touched all of me, and still wanted more.

Perhaps it was no such thing as being universally attractive. Perhaps all there was in the end was just one person and the way they saw you.

Patrick made me feel hot. He made me feel sexy and flirtatious and wildly horny. And if that was all he ever did to me, I would walk out of this room a happy guy.

But that wasn’t all.

Patrick yanked my underwear down and purred deep in his throat. “Fuck, Shane,” he said. “Can I suck your dick?” He let out a short chuckle, probably surprised by the shape of those words on his lips.

I breathed the words, one after the other, unable to inhale enough oxygen for two at a time.

“Yes. Please.” And they were enough. Patrick wiggled down the length of the bed and knelt between my legs, his lips caressing the skin of my abdomen and the very short hair that had begun to appear around my dick in the last two days.

His left hand wrapped around my cock while he moved his right from my ass to my hip and finally to my abs.

The pressure of my abs distracted me for a moment. He touched me there so firmly that my attention flicked to it in the same instant as his heated lips closed around the tip of my cock.

As he went down, taking an inch or two of me into his warm, wet mouth, he moved his hands to his boxer briefs and dragged them down to his knees.

The whole world became a blur, like watercolors in a rainstorm, except for the blond head sinking down the length of my cock.

The way he knelt, I could see the top of his head, his broad, bare shoulders, his narrowing back, and the steep incline that led to his peach-like ass.

I could see the curves of his cheeks rising high and falling toward the middle, and I could imagine clearly what he looked like from behind.

Patrick’s hands returned to my body, rising slowly up my legs, feeling my inner thighs while he bobbed his head in tiny motions, never letting my cock slip out of my mouth.

I didn’t know what a good head was. I didn’t have anything to compare it to.

Just from guessing, I’d have imagined this was rookie for both of us, and I knew I couldn’t do any better when we switched.

And with all that said, Patrick’s mouth taking my dick was the best sensation of my entire life.

It wasn’t all about the physical sensation at all; the blossoming feeling of unity between two vastly different souls in this strange, binding ritual brought me closer to Patrick than I thought was possible.

He did something to me, for me, and it made the edges of our beings touch. Connect.

The contact produced a spark, which was no wonder, considering how charged our souls were, and the spark was a lightning rod. It streamed through me like a current and ripped the bonds away from my limbs.

I grabbed Patrick’s hand and pulled him down, making him produce a choking sound, followed quickly by the welling sense of success. Ramming myself a little deeper into him, bringing myself a little closer to him, it filled me with even more desire.

I didn’t just want him to suck my dick, to give me pleasure. I wanted us both to touch this incredible, unreachable thing.

I wanted him to know what this felt like.

Patrick’s hands rose higher up my thighs as his head went up and down my cock, each thrust a little better, each dip a little lower.

When he moved the fingers of his right hand under my balls and touched my taint, I felt the tension run through him.

Even his mouth grew a little stiffer, but it relaxed in a moment, and his fingers traveled a bit lower.

There.

I gasped and choked all at once. His fingers passed over my hole, making me feel so taut and strung that I was ready to tear apart. It was just a passing touch, a caress of the curious, but it made itself known in every corner of my body.

My fingers curled in Patrick’s hair as he pressed his finger against my hole a little harder.

The strangeness of it was just as jarring as the sheer pleasure.

The growing intimacy between us, two guys who had had all the reasons not to do this, touching one another in ways they had never been touched. That was a bond I couldn’t ignore.

But Patrick’s naughty finger did more than tease. It brought me so close to the edge that I had to yank Patrick away from my cock. No matter how good it felt and how tempting it was, I didn’t dare let him drag his tongue up the length of my cock. I was far too close to breaking.

I heaved a deep breath of air, and Patrick moved his hands away, lifting his head and shooting me a teary-eyed look that clashed with a proud smile on his lips. “Huh? Was that…wrong?”

“What? No,” I huffed. “Not wrong at all. It was perfect. Too perfect.”

He blinked in surprise. “Oh. Awesome.”

I lifted myself up to sit and looked down at the gorgeous relief of Patrick’s torso. His underwear was still around his knees, and as he straightened his back, I watched his dick rise and extend.

He was painfully beautiful in all his naked glory.

With the dancing lights and shadows from the restless candles, the depth of contours between Patrick’s muscles changed endlessly, and I followed the lines to his Apollo’s belt and lower, over the smooth skin of his abdomen to his big dick and heavy balls, all swaying at every movement of his body.

His cock curved lightly, and as I reached to touch his chest, it throbbed, springing up and swaying faster.

“Fuck,” I whispered, half in awe and half-afraid. “I didn’t think you were that big.”

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’m not an expert, but I’m pretty sure I know how to take it slowly.”

If he were the one taking it slowly, I wouldn’t worry at all, but I was afraid I would end up disappointing him after all.

Patrick covered my hand with his, dragging it just a little closer to his heart, and inched toward me.

He kissed me deeply, almost lovingly, and my body buzzed with the realization that the scent on his tongue and lips was my own.

He kissed me reassuringly, coming close to me until our bodies pressed together.

His dick pulsed between our abdomens, and mine throbbed against his leg.

It was real, all of it, and he wanted us to do more.

He wasn’t freaking out, not with kissing a guy or sucking a dick or comforting a virgin boy whose eyes may have been hungrier than he could handle.

“I want to suck you,” I said.