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chest. It felt good, having those fingers on him.
    "You should see the one on my leg." The dragon on his chest was fierce. The one on his thigh even more so.
    "Okay." Sammy grinned at him. "Let me see."
    "Sure. Take off my pants." He stopped for a second, smiled. "With your mouth."
    Sammy gave him a wide-eyed, shocked look. Someone had thought their dynamic would change here. Not happening.
    He raised an eyebrow. "Was I not clear?"
    "What? You were."
    "Well then, on your knees, Sammy."
    "I..."
    He put his hands on Sammy's shoulders and pushed. "You're earning a nice long spanking." Of course, Sammy would enjoy that, so it was more a reward than a punishment, but they'd both be getting off on it, so who cared about the semantics of it?
    "I'm not going to..." Sammy was beginning to panic again. It was delicious.
    "Then your punishment is going to be very long."
    Sammy shook his head, swallowing convulsively.
    He kept pushing, forcing Sammy to his knees. "One long spanking, after you get my pants off and you have your look."
    "No. No, there's already been two."
    "Then why are you pushing me?"
    "I'm not. I don't... This is fucked up."
    "This is exactly what you need, what you fantasize about." He knew that like he knew he needed to take another breath. What was more, Sammy knew it, too. He went down to his knees and looked into Samuel's eyes. "I'm going to turn you inside and out."
    "Why?" Samuel didn't shy away from him, letting him see the worry, the desire, the need. That trust was heady. It was one thing to give over his body, another for Samuel to be open with his deepest secrets.
    "Because I want to and because you want it, too."
    "Is that enough?"
    "It's more than enough." He took Samuel's mouth again, letting his fingers push into the back of the man's pants so he could squeeze the hot skin. Samuel moaned into his kiss, fingers tugging at his waistband.
    He pulled out of the kiss and grabbed Samuel's hands in his as he said, "No. I said with your mouth and I meant it."
    Samuel growled, pulled him into a hard, needy kiss.
    He pulled out of it a moment later and stood. "Don't try and distract me, Sammy. It's not going to work."
    "I wasn't!" Samuel looked so hot when he was frustrated.
    "No? Then get to work on my pants. With your mouth."
    "Fucker." Samuel growled, then balanced himself on Jarrod's thighs, worked his slacks open, so very slowly.
    "I might have to get out that paddle if you're going to start calling me names."
    "No." Sammy groaned, worked his zipper down.
    "Then you'd better be a good boy, Sammy."
    He didn't suck his belly in or anything, didn't make it any easier on Samuel. Samuel's growl vibrated on his cockhead.
    "Mmm. You want another taste of me?" His prick jerked at the thought.
    His zipper was eased down, so slowly it was maddening.
    It made him growl some more. "Sammy..."
    "What? I'm trying not to hurt you!"
    "I never said you were trying to hurt me--you are making me crazy, though."
    "That's good." Sammy sounded a little like he was getting his own back and then his zipper started slowly moving down again.
    Jarrod chuckled, and then nodded. "It is." He gently stroked Samuel's cheek.
    Sammy's skin blushed a sweet pink.
    "Keep going," he insisted.
    Sammy opened his slacks, baring his cock. He groaned as the air hit his now heated flesh. Sammy leaned back, lips open.
    "You want it, don't you? You want to suck on my cock more than you want another breath."
    "I want to see your ink." Sammy's eyes were on his prick though.
    "You can have both."
    Sammy moaned softly, leaned forward, tongue sliding along his shaft. Jarrod groaned, his prick jerking against Samuel's tongue. His slacks were pushed past his knees as Sammy wrapped hot lips around the tip of his cock. He ran his fingers roughly through Sammy's hair.
    "Hot little slut." He moaned out his pleasure. "Hungry cocksucker."
    Sammy's cheeks were burning. The suction increased, though, and Jarrod knew that not only was it the truth, but his words had