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fucking Pitney was not what he had in mind when he thought about sex. If Pitney turned out to be a bottom, they’d have a problem. A big one. Because Rafe—big, muscular guy that he was—didn’t top. Ever. Okay, he could, but he didn’t enjoy it.
    It was an oddity that made it hard for him to find a stable partner. Not only that he loved to take it up the ass, he preferred his lovers to be slender bordering on skinny. He met either muscular guys who agreed to give him a good pounding, or cute twinks who expected him to fuck them through the mattress. His inability to find a lovely, skinny guy with a kink for topping bigger men made for an unhappy Rafe.
    So far, Pitney matched the physical criteria. Maybe this was a good time to find out Pitney’s likes and dislikes. If they clashed in bed, maybe they could work something out. First though, Rafe had to be honest with his new love interest.
    Pitney’s fingers tangled in his hair and tugged forcibly until they were eye to eye, then Pitney frowned. “You stopped, and I’m still horny.” Then he humped against Rafe’s stomach to bring his point across. Rafe snickered and flexed his hips, causing Pitney to moan and arch his back.
    “Tiger, tell me what you like, what you desire,” he whispered before he bent down for a smacking peck.
    Pitney blinked, then cocked one eyebrow. “Honestly?”
    Rafe chuckled and brushed a hand through Pitney’s wild curls. “Yes. It’ll give me some starters. Plus, I find it incredibly hot to listen to your raspy voice whenever you say something naughty.” That earned him a pleased grin from Pitney.
    “Oh, well. I like blowjobs.” It sounded more like a question than anything else. Wasn’t he a cute one?
    “Okay. But surely there’s more, right?” Pitney’s flushing cheeks were answer enough. He seemed reluctant to share his thoughts though. “Pitney, you can tell me everything. I won’t ever make fun of you. I can’t read your mind and I’d like to know what’s getting you hot and horny.”
    Pitney snorted and rolled his eyes. “I’m twenty-one. Just watching you from across the restaurant made me horny.”
    “Okay, point taken.” Rafe laughed and kissed Pitney’s smiling lips.
    Pitney let out a shuddering breath when Rafe’s hand wormed its way into the guy’s briefs once again. He let his fingers wander to the soft skin behind Pitney’s balls and eventually brushed one over the man’s silky hole.
    Pitney’s reaction was immediate. He tensed and clamped his legs closed, trying to stop Rafe’s exploring digit. He brushed his lips across Pitney’s and removed his hand from between Pitney’s thighs to wrap it around his wilting dick.
    “Damn. Was afraid that would happen,” Pitney groused. “I like your touch so much, I just panicked when you touched my—” He stopped and curled his lips inside his mouth. So cute!
    Rafe wrapped his hand more firmly around the slender length and, with slow, steady strokes, brought it back to full mast.
    “I’m sorry. Something must be wrong with me.” Pitney shuddered and clutched at his shoulders.
    Smiling gently, Rafe bent down and kissed Pitney’s quivering lips. “Nothing is wrong with you. You’re perfect just the way you are.” Then he ghosted feather-light kisses over Pitney’s face. “Why do you think you’re messed up?”
    “I... didn’t like intercourse sex when Chris and I did it a couple of times,” he whispered.
    “Not all gay men enjoy it, Pitney. Some just have oral sex or give each other hand jobs. There’s nothing wrong with that.” Pitney bit his lower lip, though, and didn’t look convinced at all. Understanding dawned on him. “Did you fuck Chris or the other way around?”
    Pitney laughed harshly. “Did he strike you as a guy who takes it up the ass? No, he did me. It wasn’t the overwhelming experience I’d thought it’d be.”
    “So, my guess is that’s the problem why sex with Chris sucked, no pun intended.” At Pitney’s