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to moaning softly
against Stephen’s mouth. He felt a palm slide to his chest, around his ribs and
down his spine. He grunted as firm, insistent fingers delved between his
cheeks, cock throbbing so hard he bet Stephen could feel it. He pressed his
mouth to Stephen’s neck, kissing and tasting sweat, no chemical flavor there,
no aftershave like he’d gotten so used to. Just skin. Perfection.
    Stephen slid his hand under Adam’s waistband, and the touch
went from teasing to explicit in an instant.
    “Fuck.” He moaned as Stephen’s fingertips found his asshole,
stroking lightly. If they kept this up, they wouldn’t have to worry about
whether or not they’d fuck. Adam would be done in mere minutes. He needed a
chance to regroup.
    “Lemme suck you,” he murmured.
    “Sure.”
    He grabbed Stephen’s arm, tugging. “At the edge of the bed.”
Adam moved to the floor, relishing the moment the soft pile of the carpet would
begin to grate on his knees. Sex had become a matter of maintenance those final
couple months of his relationship, seeming to Adam to hover somewhere above
shaving and vacuuming on David’s continuum of importance. He missed a taste of
the dramatic, a taste of this sensation—on his knees with a man towering above
him. Filthy had never been David’s style in the bedroom, and Adam missed
it.
    Stephen settled himself and Adam stroked his thick thighs,
breathed in his scent.
    “Be bossy,” Adam said. He caressed Stephen’s legs, ran his
thumbs along the crease where they met his hips, traced his hidden erection but
made no demands, physical or verbal, to see it. He wanted it presented, wanted
to be shown. Stephen seemed to pick up on the nuance, and he cupped a hand over
his bulge, rubbing idly, in no obvious hurry.
    Adam kissed his way up Stephen’s thigh, his breath catching
as the warm weight of Stephen’s palm came to rest on his head.
    “You wanna see?”
    Adam craned his neck to meet the man’s gaze. “Yeah.”
    After a few more lazy, slow strokes, Stephen hooked a thumb
under his waistband and pushed it down, freeing his cock. Goddamn. Adam felt
woozy, from the sight or the smell or the intimidation, a purely pleasurable
weakness.
    “You like it?”
    “Yeah. I like it.”
    “You wanna taste it?”
    Adam nodded. He watched, hypnotized, as Stephen fondled
himself and scooted closer to the edge. He wrapped his hand around the base and
angled his cock, offering it.
    Adam reached up, touching Stephen lightly. He memorized his
hot skin, the heft of his flesh, clasped his shaft and squeezed to feel how
stiff it was.
    As requested, Stephen got bossy. The hand on the back of
Adam’s head urged him closer. “Don’t keep a guest waiting.”
    Adam leaned in, glancing Stephen’s head with his lower lip.
He felt the twitch in Stephen’s cock, that little reaction enough to swamp him
with desire. Felt so good to be wanted in this way. Felt so right to be
sexualized after all that grown-up, equitable nonsense. He ran his tongue along
Stephen’s length, stopping just below his crown. A sharp breath drew his gaze
up. Just the mean, horny expression on Stephen’s face, staring down from—
    “Suck me.”
    Oh fuck, add to that the voice. Adam officially lost his
mind, and good riddance to it. He wrapped his lips around Stephen’s head,
slicked it with his tongue.
    “God, fuck.”
    Adam teased his slit, took him a little deeper. He had
perhaps a minute to play before the hand on his head began issuing orders.
Fingers clenched Adam’s short hair and beckoned him closer. He took another
inch, another, high on the violation.
    “More.”
    Adam obeyed, wondering if this wasn’t in fact the biggest
cock he’d ever had. Felt that way. Felt intimidating and scary. Felt wonderful.
    “I like watching you,” Stephen mumbled. “Like when you look
at me.”
    Adam strained to gaze up at him again, and his attention
seemed to affect Stephen as potently as the sucking. He kept their eyes locked
as long