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The mirror to Ian s fears was oddly reassuring, and more than
enough for him to ease his hold. He turned his head and brushed
his lips across the nearest part of Lucas, in this case, the outer
curve of his ear.
Turn around so I get the same, he murmured. Because that s
what I want.
A shudder rippled through Lucas s body. The kiss he brushed
over Ian s shoulder was too fleeting, too ephemeral for any kind of
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satisfaction, but that wasn t what it was about. It was a promise,
trust that Lucas would obey, the prospect of which was far more
scintillating than Ian would have suspected.
The mattress dipped around him as Lucas edged off. Ian took
the opportunity to slide farther back, though not so far as to take
away all of Lucas s room. He had to let go to do so, but the
exchange of Lucas s hand on his cock was worth it, if only for a
little while.
Christ, I love uncut guys, he heard Lucas say. The rest was
muffled when he swung a leg over Ian s chest and scooted back,
leaving a trail of pre-come along Ian s skin. Ian barely had the
focus to grab onto his thighs and drag him the rest of the way
before a hot mouth encircled the top of his cock, and an even hotter
tongue pushed beneath the foreskin to taste more.
Ian concentrated on wrapping his hand around Lucas s thick
shaft and slicking it in long strokes as he sucked the heavy sac past
his lips. One ball was a mouthful. Both of them had him sighing in
delight, a hint of what it would feel like getting stuffed in other
ways. He rolled them against his tongue, then did it again when a
groan reverberating through his cock told him how much Lucas
liked that. Slowly, he jacked Lucas at the same time, setting his
own languorous tempo rather than trying to match Lucas s more
tenacious one.
A bead of sweat rolled down the soft skin behind Lucas s balls,
tickling against Ian s nose. He released the sac to chase it down,
only to discover more salt waiting for him to devour. Along the
crease, in the trimmed dark hair surrounding the base, so many
nooks and crannies to explore.
Teeth nipped at his shaft. Ian jerked, his head slamming back
against the bed as the nibbles translated into sparks igniting along
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his skin. He squeezed his eyes shut to regain his focus, but that
only managed to intensify the slides of hot lips down his cock.
Better to set to his own task, lift his chin, angle Lucas down,
drop his jaw to finally feel the hard flesh pass over his lips. He had
to stretch to accommodate the girth, though he was hardly
complaining. It meant tighter suction around the shaft as it filled
his mouth, pressure Lucas rewarded with moans and deeper sucks
of his own. Both men worked to set a complementary rhythm,
then, a clumsy race of ups and downs until they found it seconds
later.
When Lucas traced between Ian s buttocks with his fingers, Ian
did the same. He even spread his legs wider to make it easier for
Lucas. Lucas was the first one to hone in on the tight muscle, and
the first to push a digit inside. Everything in Ian locked up at the
initial intrusion, long, precious moments where he feared he was
going to come just from being so shallowly penetrated. It wasn t a
race, he reminded himself, but still, the notion of ending this so
quickly, when there was so much left to be savored, had him
breathing in deeply through his nose, forcing his body to relax.
Lucas rocked in and out of his mouth. Each time was deeper,
though he never pushed farther than Ian could comfortably take.
Soon, though, it wasn t enough, not for Ian at least, and he pressed
against the top of Lucas s ass, not allowing him to withdraw the
next time he would normally pull out. He closed his eyes, inhaled,
then swallowed as he pushed Lucas down.
The thick head sank past the back of his mouth, into his throat,
lodging firmly in the tight passage. His nose was buried in Lucas s
balls, and his head filled with the tangy scent of his skin. Lucas
made a whimpering sound before pulling off Ian s cock, but the
snappy retort he expected didn t come. They both remained in that
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stasis, the only movement between the pair of them Ian s
convulsive swallowing, until Ian relented his hold on Lucas s ass.
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