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His Achi.

Damon moans loudly. He reaches out, winding fingers in Lyr’s hair. Lyr likes how it feels, sparkling across his scalp. Lyr has to pull against Damon’s grip to slide his mouth back down Damon’s cock. Pain glitters and his chest glows bright as he takes Damon to the root.

His eyes prickle. He drools, thick, everything mixing with the salty fluid that leaks from Damon.

Lyr slides his mouth up again and lets his tongue play with the sensitive ridges at the top of Damon’s delicious, thick cock.

Damon cries out. He bucks his hips up. Lyr is perfectly powerful and powerless. He plasters his mouth to Damon’s cock again and sucks hard as Damon spends down Lyr’s throat, groaning his pleasure.

He is still shaking from his spend when he bundles Lyr into his arms, pulls him onto his lap.

Lyr writhes. His naked skin against Damon’s naked skin.

“Achi, please,” he says, sounding broken. “Please let me.”

Damon kisses his ear. “Let you what?”

“Make me spend. Please let me.”

Damon curls his hand around Lyr’s cock. It feels so sweet Lyr wants to cry. Damon presses his lips to Lyr’s throat and whispers, “I love you,” against his skin.