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He caressed the side of my face, his touch tender. I unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts and pulled them down, revealing light blue boxer briefs that hugged his form. I ran my hand over his cock through the fabric, relishing its hard length. He pulsed under my touch, expanding the wet spot that had formed.

But I wasn’t ready to reveal everything just yet. Instead, I ran my hands down his legs, feeling the muscles of his thighs, the soft hair tickling my palms.

I looked up at Andre, silently seeking permission. Desire and trust filled his eyes. He nodded, and I dragged down his boxer briefs, freeing his cock. It was long and curved and made my mouth water.

I leaned in and teased the tip with my tongue. The salty tang of his precum hit me, sharp and heady, igniting a surge of desire.

Andre gasped. His hands settled on my head and his fingers wove into my hair. The raw, unguarded sound of his pleasure washed over me.

I took him deeper, savoring the sensation of him against my tongue. A soft moan escaped me, the vibration making his hips twitch in response.

My hands glided up the back of his thighs, grasping his ass to anchor us both. His muscles flexed beneath my touch and I kneaded them lightly, drawing him closer.

“Ethan,” he breathed, voice thick with longing. “So good.”

His words fueled me, and I settled into a rhythm—taking him fully, then easing back, my lips snug around him. Each time I engulfed him, his breath caught and his grip tightened in my hair.

His reactions—the tremble in his frame, the way he surrendered to my mouth—stoked my arousal to a near-painful edge. My cock throbbed in my shorts, but I pushed the sensation aside. This was for him.

I glanced up, catching his gaze. His eyes, heavy with lust, set my pulse racing.

“Your mouth is amazing,” he said breathlessly. “Don’t stop.”

I hummed, the sound rippling through him. My tongue danced around the head of his cock, teasing the sensitive ridge before I plunged down again. His moans grew louder, edged with desperation, and his legs quaked beneath my hands.

The taste of him, the heat radiating from his body, the way he filled my mouth—I wanted to etch that into my memory.

Andre’s hands shifted to my shoulders, clutching tight as his hips rocked, meeting my rhythm. I urged him on with another hum, my fingers digging into his ass, coaxing him to take what he needed.

His breathing fractured into short, ragged bursts, signaling how close he was.

“Oh god, Ethan,” he whispered, his voice splintering. “I’m right there.”

I eased my pace, savoring the buildup, wanting him to feel every pulse of this moment. Pulling back, I traced my tongue along his shaft, following the throbbing vein beneath his skin.

“Tell me what you need,” I rasped, my voice rough with want.

His eyes, dark and dilated, met mine. “Just… keep going. Please.”

I smiled, pressing a tender kiss to the tip before taking him deep once more. This time I gave everything—pulling him in as I worked him with my lips and tongue. His moans morphed into low, primal groans, his body coiling tight as he neared the brink.

“Ethan…”

One final hum sent him over. His hips jerked, and with a deep, guttural cry, he came apart. Release surged into my mouth, hot and sudden, and I took it all. Andre’s body shook with the force of it, his hands digging into my shoulders to stay standing. I welcomed it, wanting him to cling to me.

When he stilled, chest heaving, I eased back. I looked up, a grin spreading across my face. Sweat shimmered on his skin, and his eyes remained shut.

Slowly, they opened and he reached down, tracing my jaw with shaky fingers.

“That was… unreal,” he said, his tone quiet and awed.

He offered a hand, pulling me up.

I rose, legs wobbling slightly, and he drew me into a lingering kiss. His lips were gentle. We held each other close, our bare chests pressed together.

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