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I managed to give another slutty moan and laugh at the same time, breathless. “Well, it’s not magic, but it does the job.”

“I bet it does.” He sat up on one elbow, pushing me onto my back and sliding my long johns down as he went for a better angle on his grip. “I bet it does great.” He caught my mouth with his again, pushed his tongue past my lips, and tickled the roof of my mouth with the tip of it.

I wriggled, trying to get more of myself against him; my bruises protested, but I didn’t care. I fumbled at his waist to yank down his underwear, then slid my hand inside and cupped his balls. They were pulled up tight, smooth beneath the weight of his warm cock. I rubbed at it with the inside of my forearm while I stroked his sac; it left me sticky with pre-cum.

“Mmm,” he groaned into the kiss and gave a little shudder, then squeezed my cock again.

I fucked his hand and ignored the pain in my side easily now. “Can you take off your pants?”

“Mm-hmm. You too?”

We scrambled to get fully naked; he was faster, so he helped me yank mine off without having to sit up. As he knelt over me, he ran one hand up my thigh, fingers carding through my hair, and then paused just before he got to my balls. My cock jumped, and he licked his lips and watched hungrily. I tightened my belly to make it jump again, and pre-cum pearled at the head.

Showing off juuuuust a little, maybe.

His mouth, red with kisses, fell open. I took a moment to admire him, bent over me and adoring like that: his shiny hair, the curve of his belly, the slight upward angle of his smooth, uncut, apparently magical cock that made it seem so eager to get to me.

I was about to offer to suck it, but he said, “Really pretty cock on you.” He licked his lips, hesitated.

I hummed and said, “I can tell you have an idea about what you wanna do with it, too.”

“Think I could ride it, if I promise to be gentle?”

Honestly, I would’ve let him fuck me if he’d asked. Not my favorite activity, but as gentle as he was, I’d give it a shot. This, on the other hand? “Fucking please.” I cupped his balls again, ran my thumb around the back of them and pressed up into his taint.

His hips hitched forward, making his prick bounce. He took it in his free hand, caught a dribble of pre-cum with his thumb, and rubbed it down the length, stroking himself. “I like it in the front—and I’m always good and wet when it leaks like this. Mind if I take it off?”

I nearly came just hearing the words out of his mouth. I bit down hard on my lip to keep from embarrassing myself and gasped again, “Please.”

Slowly, carefully, he straddled my thighs. “Say if it hurts your ribs, yeah?”

I nodded and grabbed his knees tight.

He settled his heavy prick against mine on my belly; it was longer and pinker than mine, smoother too, but not as thick. I lifted my hips, rubbing my dickhead against his shaft. He gave a little groan and dribbled some more, then replaced my hand on his balls with his own.

I’m not sure what I expected, but I couldn’t help feeling vaguely surprised when the very, very real, dribbling, swollen cock and tightened balls pulled away from his body easily. He made to set it aside but then hesitated and held it out to me, grinning.

I grinned right back and accepted, running my eyes all up and down him. Genuinely so, so wonderful, to see all of him like this: long body, strong shoulders, delicious flat belly. He had a thinned bush, as if it’d been magically manscaped, and—

I lifted my gaze to his eyes. “What should I call your—” I nodded as respectfully as I could toward his crotch.

He glanced down, raised an eyebrow, and then said, “I’m not particular.”

God, the swollen hood of his clit was clearly visible poking out between his lips, and it made my fucking mouth water. Alas that he couldn’t sit on my face and my dick at the same time, honestly. The cock in my hand felt entirely different than it had just a second ago, harder and glossier, like a realistic dildo. The shape was exquisite, with just the faintest upward curve to it and a fat head poking out from what looked like a smooth foreskin, uniform pinkish-pale, still wet at the tip.

I brought it to my mouth and licked it clean experimentally. It didn’t taste like anything, especially, but the texture was sticky and satisfying. So I glanced back up, looked him dead in the eyes, and started sucking his strap like he was still attached to it.

He blew out a long sigh, muscled thighs relaxing, knees spreading wider until his backside hit my legs. I took advantage of the moment to pull his dick out of my mouth with a pop and leave a long, glistening string of spit between me and it.

“I never…” His voice was so low, a rough whisper, as he inched forward to press himself into my balls.

Fuck, he was soaking wet. I didn’t even mean to, but I lifted my hips to rub against him, slicking up my balls and shuddering with pleasure.

“I’ve never, in my entire life, seen anything as beautiful as you right now,” he finished, inching forward again. His belly tightened as he snaked forward, catching my aching, swollen cock between his slick lips. Then he rolled his hips, rubbing himself off against my dick, clit to asshole, and back again. He left me glistening, wet and straining for more.

His hair fell around his face, over his shoulders, almost as wild as the look in his eyes. His entire, gorgeously elegant body rolled, like a dancer on stage, as he rubbed himself against my cock again, and then again, and then again. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, the way he moved, the way his eyes flashed as he slid against me.

I didn’t need to, though. I kept one hand on his quivering thigh and used the other to lift his detached cock to my lips and rub them all over the head. I tongued it, drooled on it, showing off so he was watching me as intently as I watched him. So our eyes were fucking just as surely as the rest of us.