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Adam wants it,needsit, but I’m so afraid of how he’ll react once he finds out I’ve actually done what he ordered me to do.

I shouldn’t be so afraid of the repercussions of obeying, but I am.

Damn it.

If I’m going to do this, I’m going to have to stop letting thoughts of Adam interrupt me and spook me.

Ilya undoes his belt buckle and fly. I watch as he slowly pulls his cock out.

It’s thicker than— thicker than I’m used to, and I swallow in anticipation. I could have that in my mouth. I could play with it, feel it grow heavy and hard.

“Take your treat, pet,” Ilya whispers. “Taste me.”

The sound I make is little more than a mewl, and I nod again, leaning in. I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, squeezing lightly. Charles had liked that, but Adam?—

I don’t know if Ilya will like it, so I carefully watch his reaction.

Ilya’s eyes flutter shut, and he lets out a small groan. “Good. Lovely boy.”

The praise goes right to my own cock, but I ignore it in favor of leaning in to lick the head of his cock. The taste of his precum bursts onto my tongue, and I lap at the slit while I work my hand along the length of him.

I’ll take more, but I want to take this slow. I want to enjoy every second, every sound, every bit of it.

I try to remind myself that this is fake. It’s all fake.

But it’s not.

Ilya moans and spreads his legs wider. He places his hand on top of my head, but he doesn’t push me down or rush me. It’s a reminder that he’s still there, but not a demand.

“You are…” Ilya murmurs. “I’m not a young man, Micah, but I think you might convince my cock we’re twenty years younger.”

I realize I have no idea how old he is, but it doesn’t matter. Any age difference between us is irrelevant. The words make me smile around his cock as I take the head past my lips, my cheeks hollowing out as I suck him in.

Little by little, I start to take more of him into my mouth; his soft groans and other sounds only encourage me, along with the way he begins to harden.

I’m doing that.

Ilya runs his fingers through my hair, and I glance up at him. He’s staring,smilingat me, and I realize I’ve never seen Adam smile during sex.

“I have never been so close, so fast,” Ilya says with a rueful chuckle. “You like sucking cock, pet?”

Not for a long time.

But it had felt so right, so natural, to do this for Ilya that I nod.

And I’m not lying, either. Itisgood.

I push myself a little harder, take him a little deeper, until the head is pushing against the back of my throat. I swallow around it, persisting despite the way tears well up in my eyes and my gag reflex threatens to trigger.

Suddenly Ilya’s hand on my hair tightens, and he pulls me back. “Don’t choke yourself,” he reprimands harshly. “I won’t let you hurt yourself because of me.”

I blink up at him, startled. “What?” I ask dumbly. “It’s fine. I want to do this.”

Don’t I?

I don’t mind it, at least, and that’s what matters.

Ilya scowls. “If you’re coughing and choking,Iwon’t like it. I don’t want my partner in tears.”