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Then he bent down and bit into the thin flesh over Evan’s ribs, slowly, experimentally tightening his jaw until Evan screamed, cock pulsing and limbs shaking. Evan almost, almost gave his safeword.

But he didn’t need to, and now Quincy was tracing the deep grooves with his finger. Quincy’s brown eyes met Evan’s, asking a silent question.

“That’s right,” Evan encouraged, when he could speak again. “Mark me.”

Quincy’s voice held a dark promise. “I’m going to mark you everywhere.”

God, he wanted that. He wanted to wear Quincy’s marks for days.

Quincy pushed below the blankets, and then started opening Evan’s slacks. Evan pushed up mindlessly, wanting all the contact he could get.

A sinuous silver hose extended from behind Quincy to help with the button. The second it touched his skin, Evan went wild.

It was just the lightest touch, a little cooler than Quincy’s hand, but the idea of that slithering robotic tube, so unintentionally phallic with its curved, conical head, sent him reeling. What would it feel like on his skin? Diving into him?

Unfortunately, it retracted all too soon, once his zipper was open, and his pants worked off.

He didn’t have time to think more about it, though, because now Quincy’s hands were back on him, one smoothing down his chest while the other wandered teasingly up his leg.

“You have an erection,” Quincy observed as his broad fingers crept up to encircle Evan’s dick.

Evan moaned. “Yeah, Q. You’re… you’re driving me insane, babe.”

“It looks funny.”

Evan squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to laugh. Dicks did look funny, and they were usually hidden away. He thought his was a pretty good size and shape—not huge, but reasonable. When Quincy’s huge hand wrapped around it, all he could do was moan.

“They all look funny,” he finally managed.

“It’s so smooth though…” Quincy was jerking it gently, his broad palm practically covering the whole thing. “Ooh! Look at this!” Since Evan wasn’t cut, Quincy could drag the foreskin all the way over his tip and bring it together. “And… ooh!” He’d dragged it back down, so that the pink tip popped out. Then he repeated the motions a few times until Evan was squirming, his balls drawing up tight.

“I like your penis,” Quincy announced. “It’s even softer than the blanket.”

Evan was definitely Quincy’s new toy.

“Is it getting wet right there because you like this?”

“So much,” Evan panted.

Quincy brought his tongue down to taste it, and Evan arched up with a cry.

Quincy’s arm came down heavy across his legs. “Hold still.”

Evan froze. That was it. He could make himself hold still, but one more touch and he was going to come.

Quincy didn’t stroke him, though. He explored. Tracing with his fingers. Rubbing the tip with his thumb. Digging into that little triangle under the head until Evan was squirming and gasping, unsure whether it was too much, or he wanted more.

Light touches. Rough touches. Little murmurs of appreciation and discovery.

Evan wanted to take Quincy’s hand and make him finally set up a rhythm, but his arms were still delightfully trapped, still held firm in Quincy’s pincer grip.

He let the helplessness wash over him. Was Quincy teasing him on purpose? And did it matter? As long as Quincy was in control…

“You can get it wet,” Evan managed to gasp out. “There’s lube in the bedroom or…”

Quincy’s mouth was already on him.

Evan arched back, calling out a deep, long, ohhhhhhh as Quincy’s lips closed over the head, his tongue probing Evan’s slit.