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.He used the tips of his teeth, scraping the smooth head.Xavier snarled and thrust in hard, snapping Dima’s head back.“Ungh.” Dima shuddered, the front of his briefs soaked.Both hands were occupied, stroking Xavier as he sucked, cupping him while he teased the area at the back of his balls with one finger.Xavier panted above him, thighs shuddering, the smell of him, hot and aroused, filling Dima’s nose.He could stay there all night on his knees, the head of Xavier’s dick nudging the back of his throat, making him gag, bringing moisture to his eyes.He could stay like this.“Gonna fuck your throat, Rush.” Xavier sounded as if he was in pain.“Let me…” he panted.“Let me…”As if Dima wouldn’t.As if he could stop himself from hollowing his cheeks and sucking, pulling hard.Xavier squatted above him and with one hand on the back of Dima’s head, the other on his face, covering Dima’s nose, he set the pace, shoving himself in and out roughly.Dima opened for him, lips forming that “O” and Xavier took the offering, plunging deep, until his pubes were scratching Dima’s chin and his breath was locked off.He kept his eyes open, gaze pinned on Xavier’s face, on that naked bliss playing out his dark features.For Dima.Because of Dima.Forget breathing.He’d forego that if this was the trade-off.If the emotion and hunger in Xavier’s eyes were his reward.Xavier fucked his throat, taking Dima’s air then pulled out, all the way.He was wet, slick, hard and Dima didn’t wait, he gulped in a lungful of air then bent and took Xavier in again, to the back of his throat, sucking him down where he wanted him.“Yes.Fuck.” Xavier’s eyes rolled.“Fucking your throat.So Goddamn tight, Rush.You make me—” A cry cut off his words when Dima touched his hole with one wandering finger He circled that tight, wrinkled hole.Xavier’s hips sped up, warped speed, and Dima’s head snapped back with every angry thrust.“Fuck.Fuck.”Xavier was coming, Dima tasted it.He hummed and pressed that index finger into Xavier.“Rush.”Bitter cream filled his mouth.Dima choked, coughing while trying to swallow it all.He remained there, Xavier’s dick in his mouth, all that cream dripping down his chin.Under his touch, Xavier trembled.Dima finally pulled off him, allowing Xavier to tuck himself in, while he licked his lips and caught the cum on his chin with his thumb.The elevator doors pinged open and they froze.Holy crap.Carol stood there, all prim and proper, waiting for the elevator.Dima gazed at her, horrified, while Xavier acted as if nothing was amiss.“Mr.Dima.” Carol smiled down at him then turned to Xavier with disapproval in her eyes.“Mr.Storm.”“Carol.” Dima scrambled to his feet.“I’m—” He didn’t look at Xavier as they exited the elevator.“I apologize for…um…”“Dinner is in the oven.” She got into the elevator with her chin in the air.“I expect both of you to clean up after yourselves.”Dima nodded.He couldn’t look her in the eye.“Yes, ma’am.”“See you later, Carol.” Xavier sounded almost jovial.Dima waited until Carol was gone before he punched Xavier on the arm.“That was fucking embarrassing.”Xavier smiled.“She’ll get used to your randy ways, I’m sure.” He winked and stepped into the condo as Dim raced after him.“My randy ways?” He poked his chest.“You were the one who told me to suck you in the elevator.”“Hm hm.” Xavier grinned over his shoulder as he dashed into his bedroom.“And who was so hungry he didn’t hesitate?”Dima rolled his eyes.“Shut up, otherwise I won’t do it again.”“Oh, really?” Xavier lifted an eyebrow as he stood in the middle of his bedroom.“You wanna put money on that bet?”Fuck.Like there was any way Dima wasn’t going to get that damn cock in his mouth given the opportunity? He harrumphed, and Xavier chuckled.“Get the paddle in the box at the left corner of my closet.It would appear I need to beat that ass again, get it hot and red so you remember no one touches you except me.”“I didn’t forget,” Dima said.“I promise I didn’t forget.” There was no way he could.“No?” Xavier came over to him, jeans gone.He slid a finger under the neck of Dima’s t-shirt, touching the red, angry scratches on his right shoulder.“These say different.” His eyes bored into Dima.“They say someone else’s hands were on you, Rush, and you have no idea,” he took a deep breath, “none, how much I want them gone.”Dima had some idea.He nodded and bowed his head.“I’m sorry.”Xavier caught his chin and brought his head back up until they were eye to eye.“You want pussy?”“What? No.” Dima shook his head.Xavier closed his eyes briefly then opened them to ensnare Dima in a hot gaze.“You and I, we play both sides.I like pussy fine, Rush, but I don’t jones for it the way I jones for you.Just you.” The fingers on Dima’s chin tightened.“If you want it, if you need it more than…more than you need me then we definitely need to talk.”Dima touched Xavier’s hand on his face.“No.Nothing like that.I just need you.”“Then you’ve got me, baby.” So much more words in Xavier’s eyes than what came out of his mouth.“You got me.” He kissed Dima, soft and tender, and Dima melted into him
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