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But he’d been given an order. “Yeah, Quincy. I like it. I like all of it.”

Quincy grinned. “Oh, good! I like it, too!” Then Quincy explored Evan’s lips like it was his entire agenda. Touching. Nibbling. Licking impossibly gently at the corners of his mouth.

Evan was so exquisitely trapped. He parted his lips, eager for more.

Quincy didn’t just accept the invitation—he conquered it. His tongue slid into Evan’s mouth, plundering and sweeping, curling around his tongue.

How had Quincy learned to kiss so well? It flitted across Evan’s brain that there was probably a video tutorial on the subject. Probably dozens of them. Quincy had always been able to master any new technique that came his way. And now he’d apparently decided to learn the art of dominance…

Evan was in so much trouble.

Quincy’s tongue was thrust into his mouth now, hard and demanding, with a rhythm that made Evan’s hips arch up in tempo.

Quincy pulled back to watch Evan’s body shake. He tried to calm down, sinking into the couch. But his chest was still heaving.

And Quincy was watching him like he was starving. “I’m going to kiss you everywhere,” he announced brightly, moving his hand from Evan’s throat to his hip, pinning him down again.

He licked across Evan’s nipple and they both hummed. “You’re salty,” he announced. Then he dove in again, kissing everywhere he could reach, licking and nipping with his perfect teeth.

Evan melted. There were teasing touches and sharp bites. Warm heat and the soft caress of Quincy’s cheeks.

A soft hum rose in Evan’s ears, and he realized after a moment that it must be Quincy’s fans. Quincy wasn’t breathing heavily—he didn’t actually breathe at all when he wasn’t speaking—so this must be the equivalent.

Quincy was so turned on that his processors and pistons were overheating.

Evan shuddered. That little detail meant something. He was getting Quincy aroused.

Quincy kissed back down his chest, nipping harder until Evan gasped at the exquisite pain.

Quincy pulled back. “Am I hurting you?”

Evan shook his head, pulling against the hand that still trapped his hair. “No. I mean, yes, but it’s good. It’s… it’s really good, Quincy. You’re so good at this.”

“Yeah? Really?” Of course Quincy needed reassurance. Even as a Dom, he was still the same sweet, sometimes insecure, man from before, trying something new and hoping he got it right.

He looked down at Evan with such innocence and hope that Evan knew he could never want anyone else after this. Quincy was it for him.

“Q, you’re amazing. You’re doing everything right. I’m… I can’t tell you how turned on I am right now. You’re perfect.”

Quincy beamed. “I did a lot of research.” He ran his fingers down Evan’s cheek. “For you.”

That was both the sweetest, sappiest thing… and set off some warning bells. “Do you like this, though?” Evan asked. Quincy was particularly impressionable right now.

But Quincy was already nodding vigorously. “I do! It makes me feel… I can’t describe it. Like there’s something itchy, even though I can’t detect it on my skin. But it’s a good itchy. Like something’s about to happen.”

Evan loved Quincy’s wide-eyed wonder whenever he discovered a new emotion. “That sounds like arousal. But I just want to remind you that just because I enjoy submission, that doesn’t mean that you have to play the role of a Dom. There are other things that we can try.”

If he had Quincy in his life, Evan was sure he’d be fine with vanilla sex. Well, probably. Though if he had a choice…

“Can we try this now, though? I want to try being a Dom.” Quincy was bouncing on his knees again.

God help him. Evan knew he was an experiment, and he still couldn’t say no. “Yeah, buddy, try it out.”

Quincy gave him a stern look that sent shivers racing through him. “That’s Sir to you.”

“Yes, Sir,” Evan echoed. His playful, adorable, muscle-bound Sir. Evan had never meant the word more. He wanted it to be true.

Quincy winked. When had he even learned to do that?