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Alec loosened the cord and lifted it over his head. He unbuttoned Tyler's shirt and tossed it to

the opposite counter.

"Maybe I did overdress."

"I'm glad. I like undressing you."

Alec lifted Tyler's t-shirt, pushing it up into his armpits, and over his head. He discarded it to the floor and began combing through Tyler's chest hair with his fingers. He focused on a pert pink nipple and kissed it briefly before locking his lips around it. Tyler grunted, kneading Alec's ass cheeks like pizza dough.

Alec dropped his hands, gripping the burgeoning bulge behind Tyler's button fly. He slid down

to his knees and began undoing those buttons as well. Tyler's engorged cock escaped into Alec's

hands. He opened his mouth, took it in, closing his lips around it.

"Oh, baby," Tyler moaned.

Alec swallowed him deeply, feeling the swelling flesh slide past his uvula and down the curve

of his gullet. Tyler stumbled backward and Alec waddled with him, grabbing his ass and pulling him forward, deeper into his throat. When Alec came up for air, he eased back excruciatingly slow, his lips contouring the shaft as they rescinded all the way to the tip of Tyler's bulbous, dripping head.

And then he did it again.

"Christ," Tyler said, holding the counter for support.

When Alec released Tyler from his lips, he gripped him tightly in a closed fist. "Who needs

lasagna?"

He began to take him in again and Tyler said, "No."

He pulled Alec up, yanked his pants down, spun him around, and bent him over the counter. He

spread Alec's cheeks and pressed his scruffy face in the crevice, exploring with his tongue. His hand found Alec's cock and pulled it back through his spread legs as if examining a prize-winning breed.

He licked it from the tip up the underside, through the textured crease of his ball sack and taint, before teasing the hole and plunging in. Alec gasped with the swiftness of the move, quivering with

stimulation, his fingers clawing the counter. Tyler was relentless, pressing deeper, his square jaws wedging Alec further apart as his tongue probed. He tugged at Alec's cock like milking a cow.

"You're killing me," Alec said.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all." He was panting, legs weak, grateful for the support of the counter. "It's just… pretty amazing."

"Yeah?" Tyler said, standing. He wriggled the tip of his middle finger into Alec's hole as if marking the place in a book. "I gotta get in you again. Now."

"I'm all yours. Believe me."

"OK. Condoms? Lube?"

"You didn't bring them?"

Their momentum slackened. "Uh… no," said Tyler. "I thought you'd have your own."

Alec turned, eying him over his shoulder. "No… this was a work trip. I wasn't anticipating any of this," he said with a grin.

"You didn't buy any? You were at the store today."