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“I thought you said you didn’t want to be treated like a virgin.”

“Do not... you dare—” he gasps when my tongue slides against that tight opening, wetting him with meticulous strokes.

“Don’t put your... mouth there... damn—”

He presses down on my face with his full weight, crushing me into the mattress. He clenches around my tongue, a reflex that nearly chokes me as I try to force my way in. A strangled sigh catches in his throat, and I plunge deeper into the heat that claims my mouth as if it had always belonged there.

My cock snaps forward, pulsing, I feel the heat of pre-cum leave the tip and wet my belly. I am starved of air, but I keep driving my tongue against him, deaf to everything else.

“You... fucking animal... stop... tasting me like that...”

I seize his cheeks and lift him slightly, he whimpers in dissatisfaction.

“You are so tight... I’m going to tongue you until you’re begging me to fuck that hole.”

“P-Putain,” he arches forward, shuddering.

“You are going to go soft and wet for me, my boy, aren’t you? I am going to melt all that pride out of you.”

The tip of my tongue works relentlessly, digging into that tight, tense spot until I feel the muscle stop resisting. It is a filthy, wet sound, and every time I push inside, I feel his weight pressing against my teeth.

He grabs my hair and tightens his fist, pulling. My scalp burns, but I don’t stop.

“I’m not... your fucking... boy, Dorian. I’ll never... fuck...”

I grab his thighs, shoving him slightly lower toward my chest.

“All the composure you are so determined to keep will be nothing but a distant memory.”

“Now I understand why you frequent brothels,” he pants.

“I have no oil here, so please... bear it.”

“Hmm? What oil—”

I slide a finger inside him, pushing until I feel the heat of his flesh tighten around my knuckle.

Evander let’s out a jolt that steals his breath; his thighs crush my head in a desperate reflex, while his cock thrashes against my forehead, wet and pulsing.

I see him from below, eyes glazed, hand reaching down tremulously to stroke himself.

“Mmh... don’t run.” I breathe, introducing a second finger.

Evander wriggles. “Enough... just do it.”

“Is that a request? Because you are so tight you would snap in half if I gave you what you are asking for right now.”

I crook my fingers, making my way inside him.

“Fuck... ah... stop pretending... mhmm... you are a gentleman.”

His body trembles, his skin turning incandescent under my hands. I wrap my arms around him, holding him tight against me, preventing him from escaping what we both know must come.

I pull him back under me, his chest hot and taut against mine. His lips part and I kiss him with ferocity. My mouth grips and bites him, dragging him under, stealing his breath. He contorts, trying to turn almost desperate. He rolls onto his stomach with a quick movement.

My hand snaps out, I grip his wrist firmly.

“What do you think you are doing?”