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“What? I know it’s not realistic. I’m not new to sex. Or, you know, earth.” He laughs when I roll my eyes. “I just wanted to get an idea of how, exactly, I’m supposed to do it with another guy.”

I lick my lips and fight the urge to shove my hand down my pants. “Do what?”

“Suck your dick.”

I lose all muscle control. My upper body falls forward, and I knock my forehead on the desk. “Oh shit.”

“Rune! Jesus, are you⁠—”

“Down here,” I order, snapping upright. I point between my legs at the space beneath the desk. “On your knees, mouth open, hands on my thighs. I’m going to show you the right way, not the porn way.”

He lets out a shaky breath, then drops to his knees in front of his chair and fucking crawls toward me. I nearly lose it right there. I don’t know how I manage not to. I feel like I should study myself after this.

Holding my breath, I shift to the side so Easton can somehow fit his massive body in the space between my chair and Teddy’s desk. Fuck, I hope he never finds out what I’m about to do here. He’ll never forgive me.

Will it be worth it?

I look down into Easton’s soft eyes and drag my thumb over his parted lips. Yes. Yes, it will be.

“Get my dick out,” I tell him.

He moans very softly as his fingers dance up my thighs and then pop the button on my slacks and drag down my zipper. It doesn’t take long for the head of my cock to find the slit in my boxers, and then Easton takes it in his hand and gives it a single stroke from root to tip.

“You like that? You like how it feels?”

“I like how it’s different,” he murmurs very softly. My foreskin makes the slide easy, and the tip is wet as he pulls it all the way down to expose the head. “How do I start?”

“Hands here.” I point to my thighs. He obeys, so I take my dick by the base and aim it at his face. “Start easy. With a kiss.”

He gives the head a little peck, and I fight back a laugh.

“I think you can do better. I’ve kissed you, Easton. I know what you can do with that tongue.”

His eyes go half-lidded, and he puffs out a soft breath before pushing up a little higher, parting his lips, then touching the flat middle of his tongue to my cock before closing his lips around it. He suckles gently, tasting, lips moving in a careful dance exactly the way he did with my mouth.

Fuck, he’s too good at this.

“Alright,” I manage to get out.

He releases me with a wet pop and drags his tongue over his lower lip.

Taking him by the chin, I snag his gaze with mine and hold it. “Okay?”

“Yes.”

“Certain?”

He takes another breath, then squeezes my thighs. “I want this, Rune. I want you. I’m not afraid of penises. I’m not afraid of putting things up my butthole.” When I give him a raised eyebrow, he huffs. “Safe things. I’ve been doing this job a long time. I know better than to fit cone-shaped Christmas ornaments up there.”

I can’t help but smile at him, and I run another touch over his now-slick lips. “If this is ever too much for you⁠—”

“I’ll tell you. I’m not afraid to speak up. I promise.” He leans toward my dick again. “But I want this. Please let me show you what I can do.”

I can do that. I can let him have a little control. “I trust you.”

His cheeks go pink, and then he takes a breath and fits his mouth over the head of my cock before lowering himself. Down, down he goes, until he’s got almost the entire thing in his throat. I can feel the head bumping up against something, and then he swallows, and I damn near lose my mind.

“Oh fuck,” I gasp and shove my hands into his hair. His curls wrap around my fingers, getting tangled up, and I grip tightly as I begin to guide him. His jaw relaxes a bit, but then he sucks hard as I pull him up toward the head, then push him down.