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I explored him slowly, learning what made him shudder, what made his hips lift, seeking more. His hands weren’t idle either. Strong fingers wrapped around my cock, the perfect pressure making my world narrow to just sensation.

“I want to taste you,” he said, eyes locked on mine.

Before I could respond, he shifted down my body, trailing kisses across my chest, my stomach. His tongue traced the line of my hip, causing me to shiver with anticipation. When his mouth closed around me, warm and wet, I gasped, fingers clutching the comforter.

“Tyler, Jesus—” Words failed me as he took me deeper.

He knew exactly what he was doing, alternating between teasing licks and taking me all the way. My hand found his hair, not guiding, just needing to touch him, as pleasure built. He looked up, and the intimacy of his gaze, as his lips were wrapped around me, nearly pushed me over the edge.

“Stop, I’m too close⁠—”

He pulled off with a final, lingering lick. “That’s kind of the point,” he said, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

“I need you too,” I admitted.

Tyler’s eyes darkened. He moved up to kiss me deeply before settling on his back, an invitation I eagerly accepted. I took my time learning his body, tracing the defined muscles of his chest, the sensitive skin of his inner thighs with my mouth.

When I took him between my lips, his sharp intake of breath was the most satisfying sound I’d ever heard. His taste, his scent, the way his legs tensed under my palms—it was intoxicating. I’d thought about this more times than I cared to admit, but reality put every fantasy to shame.

“Kevin, fuck—” His voice was strained, desperate.

I pulled back, panting. “I want to try something.”

Tyler’s eyes met mine, pupils blown wide. “Anything.”

I shifted my position, turning my body around while still keeping my mouth close to him. “This way we can both...”

His expression transformed as he understood. “God, yes.”

I moved, placed my knees on either side of his head, lowering my hips as his hands guided my cock. The first touch of his tongue made me nearly collapse forward.

“Oh, fuck.” My voice broke as he enveloped me.

The dual sensation was overwhelming—his hot mouth around me while I took him between my lips again. Different angle now, deeper. He gripped my thighs, pulling me to him.

We found a rhythm, awkward at first, then perfect. His fingers dug into my ass, encouraging me. Every moan he made sent vibrations through my core, spurring me to take more of him.

Tyler pulled away briefly, breath hot against my sensitive skin. “You taste so fucking good.”

The praise sent a surge of heat through me. I redoubled my efforts, swirling my tongue around his tip before taking him all the way.

His hips bucked upward. I steadied myself with one hand on his thigh, the other wrapping around the base of his shaft.

Time dissolved into pure sensation. The wet heat of his mouth, the weight of him on my tongue, the small sounds escaping our throats.

He slipped a finger in my crack and brushed my hole. My entire body shuddered with the new sensation. I arched my back, lifting my head for just a moment. “Yes. Fuck yes, Tyler.”

I returned to his swollen cock, devouring it to the base as I worked him with my tongue. He continued to tease at my entrance.

All at once, the telltale tightening signaled there was no going back.

“Tyler, I’m...” My voice was muffled with his dick between my lips.

All I heard was a mmm-hmmm. He didn’t let up.

I returned to him with renewed focus, matching his rhythm, feeling him swell in my mouth.

His thighs tensed.