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But neither was as hot or as unexpected as simply taking each cheek in hand and slowly parting his furry butt, revealing his tight, sensitive little hole to the hungry-eyed beast that yearned to consume him.
“Holy fuc—” Artair interrupted himself mid-word by diving tongue-first between Luca’s cheeks.
The younger cub yelped at the sudden intrusion, warm and wet and suddenly absent the prior slowness. There were no gentle kisses along his cheeks. No playful flicks of tongue-tip around the perimeter.
Because exposing himself like that wasn’t an invitation for teasing.
It was an invitation for fucking.
And Artair didn’t need to be told twice.
Luca was shoved against the map table, his legs forced into a wider splay, as Artair dipped his tongue as deep as he could into Luca’s tight ring.
Luca gripped the stand for stability at the incredible sensation—at the contact he’d yearned for all this time. Artair’s tongue was strong and certain, opening him up with long, wet strokes. The bigger man was growling as he did so, his tongue flicks hasty and hungry and so fucking happy.
Just when he thought the slick sensation was as much as Artair could give him, the man found new depth, pulling his cheeks apart even wider and pushing his tactile muscle past the tightest of his barriers.
Artair moaned as much as Luca, which only drove more fire into their bellies. There was something so naughty and hot about giving yourself away like this. Allowing someone to do something so intimate. Of having someone so hot wanting to do it to you.
And in this moment, there was something even hotter about knowing that it was Artair doing it. The big dork that he’d fantasized about for weeks, with his tongue dancing over Luca’s little hole. The fact that this sweet guy was getting off on his ass. Was loving the pleasure he was giving him. Would rather nothing else right now than drive him wild.
As the deep tongue strokes made Luca’s eyes roll back in a trance, he couldn’t help wondering what would come next. Not in impatience, but longing. The knowledge that this attention was just the foreplay to the main event. The moment this big, beautiful man would take him completely. Would slide that thick bear cock inside him and give him the fuck of a lifetime.
Luca moved his hips back involuntarily at the silky attention, his cock squeezed between his belly and the fire finder. His slick foreskin rolled back with each buck of his waist, revealing his glistening, brick-pink glands.
Both sides of him were hit with heat and harmony. One was the high, bright, gasp-inducing sensation in his ass, promising all that would soon come his way. The other was the low rumble of his dick against the plinth, aching and slippery and yearning for release.
Luca lost track of how long Artair was focused on his hole—one of the joys of rimming was when the top could do it for so long and with such investment that time and space seemed to blur into slippery sensation. Sensations like the man’s beard, soft but still rubbing strong in his most sensitive areas.
That only made it hotter—just like the dense-haired forearms that brushed his thighs. Just like the rough fingers prying apart his ass.
Manly.
Strong.
Urgent.
When Artair finally came up for air, Luca was dazed. His dick was still as hard as the start, with great clear drips running down the pillar in messy streams.
When he did finally blink his way back into the room, he had to stifle a laugh. Artair’s beard was matted heavily with spit—unavoidable with cheeks as round as Luca’s and an enthusiasm as strong as Artair’s. His lips were slicked like he was wearing gloss. His hair was messed from the sweat. And his face was almost ketchup-red from the exertion.
And yet, despite it being the opposite of a carefully crafted porno scene, where every light and strand of hair was perfectly in place, there was something in that grin and those eyes—proud and perky and just so glad to be there, like a puppy with a new plaything.
It was real and raw.
No pretense. No posturing. No posing.
Just playfulness.
Just pleasure.
“What?” said Artair. “Have I got something on my face?”
“Not at all. We should get some pictures.”
“Well, it wouldn’t be a proper photo without a hot stud on my lips. Come here, cutie, gimmie a kiss!”
Luca squealed as Artair tried to kiss him from behind, the red beard leaving a trail of slick along the back of his neck.
