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abdomen when he turned and gasped.
    “Kas, more . Won’t say stop. I won’t .”
    Without the need to vocalize it, silent and secret and all the more perfect because of that, Kas laughed. Not say stop? No, he wouldn’t—not like he was thinking. Not this time… Not for the same reason as before. But he would say it, say it until Kas was satisfied that the sound had become the exact opposite of what it was supposed to mean.
    He drew his hands down over Myrddin’s chest, brushed the tight peaks of his nipples with careless fingers, then did it again on purpose when Myrddin sucked in a breath.
    “Kas—”
    “What is the word? For this…touch.” He took Myrddin’s nipples between his forefingers and thumbs and rolled, pinched, pulled. Myrddin jerked his hips up and almost tumbled Kas into the blackberries. “For when I touch you, what it does. What is the word, love?”
    “Which…word? Feels good. Pleasure, Kas. Your fingers… Your hands… You know just what to do to me. How do you know just…?” Kas swallowed the rest of Myrddin’s sentence in his kiss, then leaned back and reached out for his hand.
    “Hands…fingers. To touch you.”
    “ Hmm. ” Myrddin pulled Kas’ hand to his mouth, took the tip of a finger into his mouth, licked, sucked. “Lips… tongue . Do you like my tongue, Kas?”
    “ Love .” He sat back, used his grip on Myrddin’s hand to drag him forward and pulled him between his thighs. “Love, your tongue.” Myrddin grinned up at him, drew his legs in and pushed himself up on Kas’ thighs, leaned forward.
    “You want more of this ?” He lapped at the rigid length of Kas’ erection, curled his tongue around it, looked up and met his eyes. “My mouth on you, my tongue… You like it?” Kas didn’t bother with an answer. He reached down and slid one hand into Myrddin’s dark hair, tugged him down again until he opened his mouth obediently and closed it around the head of Kas’ cock.
    Pleasure . Feels…good. Kas braced himself on one hand and sucked in a long breath as more and more of his cock disappeared into Myrddin’s mouth. The length of his tongue was warm and rough, and when he pulled off, licked at the tip again, lifted his mouth away with a soft, wet noise, Kas tightened his fingers in Myrddin’s hair. That sound!
    Kas almost shoved him back down, but Myrddin had only come up to take a breath, and when he sank onto Kas’ cock again he took more and swallowed around the thickness of it as he sucked. His throat was tight—hot—almost as good as that other way of being inside him.
    Myrddin pulled up again, took a choking breath, then lowered his mouth, moaning now, eager. When he looked up and met Kas’ stare, his cheeks were flushed, his eyes glassy with desire. The wet noises he made… The way he groaned… Kas tugged at his hair, dragged Myrddin back off his cock and felt Myrddin’s hands twitch against his thighs. “You like this.” It was almost an accusation, but he didn’t deny it.
    “I do, so let me—” He leaned forward as much as he could with Kas’ grip on his hair, licked a long, wet line up the underside of his cock, and Kas relaxed his grip so Myrddin could take it in his mouth again, do what he wanted.
    What he wanted was more . Myrddin’s moans added subtle vibrations to the velvet heat of his throat, and Kas stared down at him, let his eyes close little by little until they were barely slits. He kept them open just enough to watch that wet mouth slipping up and down his cock, plush lips gripping him tightly and that tongue tracing wicked patterns over nerves Kas hadn’t known he possessed.
    He tightened his hand at the back of Myrddin’s head and lifted his hips, helpless against the desire to thrust himself deeper. Myrddin groaned around him, and Kas decided it was enough. More than enough, and not enough. He needed more and knew how to take it now.
    Kas jerked Myrddin up again, ignored his protests and knocked him into the mess