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“You meant that I was teasing you,” I say, keeping my voice light. “Which is true. Iamteasing. I like seeing you aroused like this.” I grip his cock and give it a firm stroke.

“I…” He shudders. “I like you touching me like this. Even if youareteasing me.”

“I like it too,” I say, which isn’t even a surprise at this point. Iamhard, and Iamenjoying myself, even if this is “foreplay.”

It was boring before, because it wasn’t with Micah.

I never cared about bringing my partner pleasure. Not the women in Russia, and not the few men I met with here. I made them come only so there would be no complaints.

But I think if all I do tonight is bring Micah to orgasm, I wouldn’t even care.

I get closer to his cock again and let it brush along my beard.

Micah jolts, and he lifts his head like he’s trying to see me through the sleep mask. He lets out another needy sound, and I do it again.

I drive him higher and higher, needier and needier, until I’m the one who wants to plead for more.

I pull back, shedding my pants and underwear without a second thought.

“Ilya?” he asks.

“One second,” I say, my voice rough with arousal. I grab the lube, then spread Micah’s legs wide. “Nice and open for me, Mishka. Show me your pretty hole.”

He obediently keeps his legs open, lifting his ass so I can get a better look at his hole. It’s small and pink, and it’s incredible to think that he’s taken my cock before. I push against the sensitive skin.

Only when he moans and thrusts his hips up again invitingly do I drizzle lube on my fingers and circle that hole, starting to push inside of him with my finger.

I’m astounded again by how warm he is inside. His body swallows up my finger, and I get it as deep as I can until I can push against his prostate.

He bucks against me. “Ilya!” he cries out, his voice increasingly desperate as I start to massage it. “Please, please, please.”

“Please take it out?” I joke as I draw my finger out entirely. I add more lube to my fingers and push against his hole again.

“No!” Micah says quickly. “I mean, unless you’re ready to fuck me?” His voice lilts in a blatant plea.

I chuckle and push two fingers inside. “No. I think you aren’t loose enough yet.”

“I’m loose enough,” he hurries to assure me, but I’m not ready to end this game yet.

I start to shallowly finger-fuck him, taking my time before rubbing against his prostate again.

His cock is hard and dripping pre-cum, and the desperation in his voice is almost enough to make me concede.

I stop moving my fingers, enjoying the sensation of Micah’s hole tightening around them. Soon, that will be my cock.

I use my other hand to massage his balls gently. Micah cries out and rises up on the bed, only to be stopped by the ropes.

“Ilya, please, I can’t… I’m going to…”

He’s so close. I kiss the tip of his cock. “You will come on my cock. While I’m fucking you. So you can hold out a bit longer, yes?”

“N-no,” he whimpers. “I don’t know if I can. I’m too… too close.”

I consider pushing anyway. I want to see him come undone for me, and does it make a difference if it’s on my hand or my cock?

But I can also imagine his disappointment if he fails.

I don’t want to set him up for failure.