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He made sure to switch up the rhythm, bringing his boy almost to the greatest heights and then slowing down to lick and taste. Adam’s wordless moans and wails were like music.

Adam was writhing beneath him, his clasped hands above his head almost the only part that kept still.

“I’m close! Please! Sir, please!” That was what he’d been waiting for. He wanted Adam to beg.

Tate withdrew and sucked on his balls then bit into his legs.

“No, Tate, please!”

He gave him a slap on the outside of his thigh. “Who’s in charge here?”

“You, you, Sir, please!” Adam’s writhing had turned to thrashing. Tate pinned the boy’s legs down with his own.

Adam bucked against him in the joy of being restrained.

“Oh, please, Sir, please, please!”

Tate returned to his dripping cock, pressing his tongue into the spot just below the head that Adam loved so much.

“Sir, I can’t, I can’t, please!”

He kept up the pressure and suction as Adam wailed. The chocolate was gone now, leaving just the exquisite flavor of Adam’s skin. The heat of his cock pulsing and filling Tate’s mouth.

He pulled off for just long enough to speak, his breath falling over the sensitive tip. “Now, boy, come now.”

Adam’s body shook beneath him as he sucked down his cum. Then Adam’s hands were pulling at his hair, urging him upward.

Tate followed his boy’s request, pressing him down with most of his weight, their cocks nestled together. He kissed his boy with deep, slow kisses as the aftershocks raced through his body.

Tate hadn’t come, but feeling his boy come apart like this was everything he’d wanted from the encounter. Adam had given himself over to him entirely.

He lazily removed the blindfold and Adam blinked up at him.

“Hi, Sir.”

“Hello, Little Star. Did you like that?”

“Mmmmmm... That was, I cannot even tell you how amazing that was.”

“It was amazing for me, too.” He kissed Adam’s nose.

“I’m a lucky boy, then. Happy Hanukkah to me!”

Chapter 5.

The Third Night

Adam looked up from his computer. Tate was sitting across the dining room table from him, papers spread out across the surface, looking all sexy.

They’d had a lovely morning. Adam had made muffins when he woke up, then Tate had made veggie omelets when he rose a bit later. He was eating better this week than he probably ever had in his life.

It felt good to have Tate looking after him, making sure that he ate regularly and had a mix of healthy foods and a few treats. He felt decadent and cared for.

It should have been a perfect day.

He’d spent most of the morning checking a few emails and catching up on social media. He’d shared a good comic with Tate, but otherwise they’d pretty much left each other alone, enjoying the quiet companionship.

When he was at work, he could focus for hours. He liked the mix of multiple tasks, planning and communicating on his own, electronically, and in person.