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“Oh, my Andrew, thank you,” he murmured against Andrew’s lips.

Over the next few minutes, the two continued to kiss, and Edwin settled into the newness of being completely seen by the man he adored. The comfort he felt with himself increasing, Edwin’s prick began to swell with the need to come. Eventually, Edwin was so Goddamned aroused he knew he needed to find release. He broke their kiss and fumbled for Andrew’s hand.

“Make me come,” Edwin commanded as he rolled off of Andrew and onto his back.

He pressed Andrew’s fingers to his prick. Eager to oblige, Andrew began stroking him, moving his fingers first in long vertical motions and then switching to making circles with his thumb. Edwin could feel Andrew’s cock leaking, the man’s pre-ejaculate wetting his thigh. His pleasure soon neared its peak, and he cried out as he came.

“Can I come, Edwin?” Andrew asked in between kisses.

“Not yet.”

Andrew groaned, and Edwin couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I want you to suck me first,” Edwin said.

Without further complaint, Andrew began to kiss a trail toward Edwin’s prick. Edwin let his legs fall open with ease as Andrew moved between them. Andrew took Edwin’s prick into his mouth, and Edwin rose off the mattress, his back arching as Andrew pleasured him.

“I’m close,” Edwin soon rasped.

And then Andrew put his thumb on Edwin’s prick, pressed hard, and brought him to orgasm. Edwin’s thighs shook as he came hard and fast.

“Oh, fuck, Andrew, I love you,” he breathed as he sat up on his elbows. “Come up here and lie back for me.”

Andrew did as he was told.

Edwin took Andrew’s hard cock in his hand and began to stroke him. After only a few pumps of his fist, Andrew’s balls started to lift, and he hitched a breath. Edwin slowed his hand.

“Please, Edwin,” Andrew begged.

Edwin nuzzled Andrew’s cheek with his nose.

“Not yet, my Andrew, not yet,” he whispered.

Edwin waited a couple more seconds before he resumed pumping his fist. Once again, it only took a little while before Andrew came close to orgasm, and then Edwin backed off, slowing his strokes. Andrew laughed lightly.

“You’re horrible to me sometimes,” he complained.

“I’m making it better for you later,” Edwin promised. “Only a few more minutes.”

Andrew balked, “Minutes?!”

“Yes, but only a few.”

Andrew let out a laugh-sigh and covered his face with his palms.

Edwin continued pleasuring Andrew—bringing him to the very edge of release over and over—for the next eight or so minutes. Poor, sweet Andrew had become a pleading mess by the sixth. Beads of sweat were peppered across the man’s forehead, and the head of his cock was a lovely shade of pink. Edwin lightly brushed Andrew’s shaft with his fingertips while he waited for Andrew to come back down from the height of pleasure, from where he had brought the man only moments before. Andrew’s cock had become slightly slick, both from a mixture of his own pre-ejaculate as well as a bit of Edwin’s wetness.

Seconds later, Edwin resumed working Andrew’s cock, but this time, he did so with the knowledge that he’d finally let Andrew finish.

Edwin caught Andrew’s mouth in a passionate kiss, and then, when he felt Andrew’s muscles start to quake, he pulled back from it, but continued to bring Andrew pleasure, moving his hand fast up and down Andrew’s shaft.

“Can I come?” Andrew asked, and oh, God, the man’s lustful, hopeful eyes had to have been the most beautiful thing Edwin had ever seen in his whole fucking life. “Please, Edwin, I want to come.”

“Yes,” Edwin said, increasing the speed of his movements the tiniest bit. “Come for me, my Andrew.”

Andrew’s cock began to pulse. He let out a long, loud moan as he spilled onto his stomach, some ejaculate coating Edwin’s fast-moving hand.

“Oh, God, that was incredible,” Andrew said through an exhale. “Thank you, Edwin. Thank you.”