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Again, my gag reflex makes my throat work convulsively around him, but I persist, pushing myself down on him. While his hand remains in my hair, he doesn’t force me. He doesn’t need to.

I moan loudly, and Ilya’s cock twitches in my mouth in response. Ilya groans in turn, settling deeper into the couch.

“That feels good, Micah,” Ilya whispers. “You’ve already got so much of me inside you. You’re amazing.”

The praise makes my body tingle, and I focus on taking more, swallowing harder around him as I press on. I place both of my hands on his thighs, allowing more of his cock to sink into my throat. The tears continue to well up in my eyes, but they’re notfrom any sort of distress. I close my eyes, focusing, and soon my nose is buried in his pubic hair as I take the last inch of him past my lips.

I linger there for a moment, then pull back up, taking a deep breath and looking up at Ilya to see his reaction.

He has this look of absolute wonder on him, and before I can react, he bends down to kiss my swollen lips.

“All the way in,” Ilya murmurs. “I could feel your throat fluttering around me. I’ve never felt that before, Micah.”

“I like it,” I whisper, feeling dazed, feelingwonderfulin such an unfamiliar way. “I like tasting you, feeling you. It’s… It’s bliss. It’s like… nothing else matters, like it all just falls away.” I shiver. Ineedit to all fall away.

My own cock is surprisingly hard in my pants, and I toy with the idea of unfastening them to touch myself. I ultimately decide not to, instead focusing solely on Ilya as I go back down on his cock.

This is about him, not me.

Again and again, I push myself to my limit, and by the time his fingers are tightening in my hair and he’s warning me so distantly of his imminent climax, I don’t care.

I stay on him, pulling up when he starts to come, and I swallow it down until I’m sucking him hard, ensuring that every last drop goes down my throat.

Only when he touches my shoulders, gently urging me back, do I pull away. I’m breathing as hard as he is, and I can’t quite catch my breath. But who needs breath in the wake of something that has me fuzzy-headed and aroused?

Ilya leans back, his mouth still parted, as he breathes heavily. I slowly stand up, my knees protesting. My cock presses insistently against the inside of my nice slacks.

I hope I’m not staining anything.

“I’ll… I’ll go…” I motion toward the bathroom.

Ilya’s head snaps up and he narrows his eyes. “You will sit on my lap now.”

I blink at him, unsure of what he wants. He’s already getting soft, so he can’t possibly want me to ride him. I tuck his cock back into his underwear, then help him get his pants fastened again before I slide into his lap.

All the while, I’m so hard it hurts, and I bite my bottom lip as I feel the warmth of his arms as they wrap around me. I snuggle in close, and I think that I could easily go without an orgasm.

Ilya apparently disagrees with that assessment.

“I will make mistakes,” Ilya says as he unbuckles my belt. “So tell me if I’m doing something wrong.”

I don’t think he could do something wrong if he tried. Not right now, not when I want to be touched so badly. I nod, though, and I let him unzip my pants. My cock is embarrassingly hard, and I hiss in a breath the second his fingers close around it.

He looks sharply at me, and I quickly shake my head.

“No, it’s good,” I reassure him. “But I don’t… I don’t think I’ll last long.”

Ilya huffs. “You’re young. Stamina comes with age and experience.” He winks at me then. “What I mean is that I’m notold, of course.” He strokes my cock gently at first, without much confidence, and I bite back a moan.

I wonder how many times he’s touched another man’s cock. As he starts to stroke me, another noise does escape, and I wince. “Sorry,” I whisper.

“I want to hear you,” he says insistently.

I don’t know what to make of that. I’m used to being quiet because if I’m too loud, too vocal, I’m just another whore. I’d bother the neighbors, and Adam really doesn’t want the neighbors to hear us.

“I want to hear every single sound,” Ilya says.

“But… what about the people above us?” I ask, hunching my shoulders. “They’ll know that you…”