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Those videos were proof, somehow. Evidence of everything Evan had been telling him all along, but he hadn’t quite believed.

He pushed Evan back onto the bed.

He tenderly looped one long hose around Evan’s neck, watching his eyes widen and his breath race. “Sir…” he whimpered.

That was all it took, and Quincy was Evan’s Dom again. Charged with taking care of him and giving him everything he dreamed of.

Quincy tightened the loop. It was heady, having Evan put so much trust in him. Evan’s neck was so fragile, his life literally beating against the warmed metal coil. And Evan looked like Quincy’s hose was the only thing he wanted there. His whole body was slack and pliant. His eyes gazed up at Quincy like he’d met his personal god.

“What are your safewords?” Quincy whispered.

“Sloth and hedgehog,” Evan answered obediently. But he didn’t look like he was close to using either of them now.

Quincy let the hose slither along Evan’s soft skin, gliding over his Adam’s apple, until he had a good length free at the end. He pressed the rounded tip of the hose to Evan’s mouth.

Evan opened immediately, but Quincy didn’t enter. Instead, he traced the pink lips until Evan was panting and shaking, turning just slightly with each pass to get as close as he could. Teasing Evan was fun!

Quincy didn’t have as much sensation at his hose tip as he did in his own mouth, but it was a kiss nonetheless. He could feel Evan’s softness. His warmth. His need.

He slowly slipped inside, letting Evan’s mouth close around the bulbous head. They moaned in unison. It was so wet. So hot.

Then Evan started circling and exploring with his tongue, and Quincy was the one who was shaking.

“Evan…” he croaked out. He just hadn’t known it could be so good.

“Gimme more,” Evan said, or at least that was what he thought Evan said.

“You want more things to suck?” Subs liked that, he remembered. Evan seemed to like it a lot.

Quincy slipped in a finger beside the hose, letting Evan tease them both. Each felt so different, one gloriously soft and moving with his skin, while the other was like water flowing over his sensors but a thousand times better. He couldn’t even move as he tried to comprehend all the sensations.

There was no logic to it, though. Nothing that he could record and come back to. He just had to let it wash over him, driving the bubbling need inside him higher and higher.

He added the second hose head in beside the first one, so that Evan’s mouth was truly stretched wide. Evan gasped and made a little, choked sound like he wasn’t sure everything would fit.

But then he sucked even harder.

“Good boy,” Quincy praised him. “Show me how much you want it.”

He’d learned that phrase from his kink mod, but using it was a mistake. What Evan did next, diving in between the three digits with his tongue, nearly had Quincy tumbling into orgasm. Code slipped. Processes disintegrated.

He almost had to shut down some of his sensors to regain control, but he managed just in time.

He was going to be much more careful before he said something like that again.

He withdrew his finger first, then the hose that wasn’t coiled around Evan’s neck. Evan gave him a little look of disappointment, but his eyes drifted closed when he realized he could still suck happily on the hose that remained.

Quincy wasn’t going to last very much longer. No wonder Evan liked blowjobs.

Quincy’s eyes kept wanting to fall closed. Evan was circling the whole head with his tongue, all wet and sloppy, silky smooth. And then his tongue dove into the tip, teasing and pressing against the hole that was too small to fit, but still drove him crazy with possibility.

“Just suck,” he told Evan. Because otherwise he’d never be able to do anything else.

The flat of Evan’s tongue pulsed along the bottom of the hose, sucking hard while Evan moaned.

Evan looked wrecked, cheeks flushed and eyes lost in some dreamy place that Quincy only wanted to see more and more of.

He drew Evan’s arms up over his head, closing one pair of pincers around them. “I’ve caught you,” he announced, feeling giddy. “My boyfriend.”