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“What’s the hold up?” I asked, a little gruffer than I intended. I hated the idea that he was hurt.

“I, uh, you see….”

I waited for him to continue, but when he didn’t, I set the med kit on the end of the bed and stepped in front of him. I stared down into his eyes, and after a moment, I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ve seen you without your pants on like eleventy billion times.”

“You’ve been spending too much time with Gemma,” he muttered. Then let out a sigh. “It’s different now.”

“It’s better now,” I assured him softly. “Come on, baby. Take off the jeans and let me get a look at the damage. All right?”

It took him a good minute, but then he sighed and undid the button and zipper. I nudged him toward the bed, and he sat. I helped him pull off his boots, and then he worked the jeans down his thighs to his knees. I instantly saw the bruise coming up above his right knee. It was already turning colors, but it wasn’t that big. Yet. I was sure it would grow. Because yes, that baby had little hooves, but it was still a kick from a horse.

I took his jeans the rest of the way off and tossed them beside me, as I crouched down to really inspect the bruise. Then, because I wanted to, I kissed the reddened and slightly purple mark. Wren sucked in a breath, and out of my peripheral, I clocked his clenched fists.

“Kisses make boo-boos better,” I murmured, not looking at his face. Not yet.

“Yeah,” he agreed, voice tight.

“It’s not swollen, really. Which is kind of a surprise. I have arnica gel I’m going to put on it, all right?”

All Wren could do was nod.

I squeezed a little bit of the gel onto his bruise and then rubbed it in. I was careful not to push too hard, not wanting to hurt him, but he gasped anyway. I looked up, ready to apologize, but then I caught his flushed face and his blown pupils. Without conscious thought, my gaze dropped to his lap, and there was no way to miss his hardening cock in his tight briefs.

“It’s not…I can’t….” He let out a frustrated sounding whine. “You’re touching me; what do you expect?”

“This. I expect this.” I grinned at him then stood quickly. “Do. Not. Move.”

I strode to the bathroom to wash the gel off my hands, and was back on my knees before him less than a minute later. I liked the way he was panting, and when I put my hands on his calves and spread his legs a little, he groaned.

“Tell me no now, if that’s what you want,” I demanded, voice low and gravelly.

Wren’s breath hitched and his voice was barely above a whisper when he said, “In what world would I ever tell you no?”

I grabbed the waistband of his briefs, gaze locked with his. “Then tell me yes.”

“Yes.”

It was all I needed. I carefully, slowly, peeled him out of his underwear, gaze dropping to his hard cock as it emerged. I’d never really thought about dicks as pretty before, but Wren’s was gorgeous. Red and weeping, I suddenly wanted to put my mouth on it. I didn’t have a whole lot of experience with blow jobs, either giving or receiving, but I knew how to read people. I especially knew how to read Wren. I’d have to rely on that to make this the best I could for him.

When I licked his head, he sighed my name. When I took him in my mouth, he let out a moan. When I sucked, he shuddered and his hand went to my head.

I knew the mechanics of the act, knew what had felt good to me the few times in the past, and I tried to do that. I made the suction hard, kept my teeth out of the way, and let my saliva pool in my mouth. I couldn’t take him all, but I didn’t have a gag reflex, so I was able to get most of him in my mouth. I licked and laved, used my tongue underneath the head, and tightened my lips every time I pulled back. Wren was making a symphony of beautiful noises above me, music made up of sighs, whines, and moans.

I kept my hands on his legs, touching and being careful to avoid his bruise, but when I moved my right hand to his balls, cupping them in my hand, Wren shouted and salty pre-come hit my tongue. A smug sort of pride filled me, and I redoubled my efforts.

“If you don’t want—” Wren shuddered hard, not being able to finish his sentence.

But I did want, so I sucked again, taking as much of him as I could, and Wren came with a shout. I didn’t love the taste, but it wasn’t too bad, and I did my best not to lose any as I swallowed. Some leaked out anyway.

After a moment or two, Wren pushed my head, wanting me off his cock. He was still semi-hard but he was probably sensitive. He fell backward on the bed and flopped an arm over his eyes.

“That was embarrassingly fast,” he muttered, his laugh self-deprecating.

“It’s been a long time coming,” I said, then chuckled as I surged to my feet. “No pun intended.”

Wren moved his arm to glare at me, but then he saw me opening my pants and he tried to sit up, though he couldn’t quite get his limbs to cooperate. I leaned forward, holding him down with one hand, taking hold of my cock with the other.

“Just lay there, baby boy. Looking all wrecked and pretty. I wanna come all over your cut abs and your spent cock.”