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“You like the taste of your sweat?” Chris asked.
“Yes, but I like yours better.”
By now, they were transparent about their desires. It helped that each one’s body had become a well-charted map for the other.
“You’re killing me,” Anthony panted as Chris moved to massage his balls. They felt huge and hot in his palm. He spat on them and rubbed the spit over the tight skin, then slid his finger between Anthony’s ass cheeks until he found his crack. With only minor resistance, he breached the clenched entrance and was wrapped in slick warmth. Anthony shivered and tried to spread his legs farther, but they were tied firmly in place. Chris shoved his finger deeper between tight and slippery muscles. Even after all these months, it was a privilege to explore Anthony so intimately. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to it.
Anthony raised his head. “I’ll do everything you want, but please let me come.”
Even now, he still worried Chris wasn’t being honest.Do you think I’m that cruel?He didn’t dare to ask.
“It’s going to happen.” He lowered his head and pressed the tip of his tongue into Anthony’s sticky slit, wiggling it inside the narrow opening.
“Huh!” Anthony squirmed, moaning louder than before. His ass cheeks tightened around Chris’s finger, almost painfully. If one of the neighbors were to hear Anthony now, the police were likely to show up.
Chris raised his head and tightened his grip around the throbbing cock, switching from teasing to full-on jerking. Anthony acknowledged the change by letting out a satisfied sigh.
Have your moment, big guy.
With one hand going up and down Anthony’s cock and the other one probing him, it didn’t take more than a minute for him to mumble, “I’m close. I’m so close... I’m about to… I’m gonna... I’m gonna…”
The amount of sperm shooting out of Anthony was astonishing. Chris kept stroking firmly as more and more gushes flew out, some reaching as far as Anthony’s upper chest. When it was finally over, with only a few milky drops still dripping, Anthony’s breath began to slow down, yet his bound muscles still trembled. Chris pulled his finger out slowly, then untied Anthony’s arms and legs.
“Ant?”
“I’m alive.” Anthony smiled with his eyes closed. “I made it.” Semen dripped from his stomach down onto the bed sheet, his pubes a mess of glued hairs.
“You need a shower,” Chris said.
“I don’t know if I can get up. Maybe ever.”
Chris watched him closely. Bliss was written all over his face, his smile open and carefree, but tomorrow evening would surely change that. Chris couldn’t help but think of how he had turned Anthony’s world upside down, methodologically stripping away his innocence.I’m rotten. He knew that about himself, but it didn’t make it easier to bear when a person he loved was getting hurt.
He lay down next to Anthony, taking comfort from the warmth of his skin and the spicy scent of his sweat. He achieved what he’d come here to do, but the victory was hollow, feeling more like defeat.
“Are you okay?” Anthony asked.
“No.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“We both know it is.”
Anthony stroked Chris’s hair. “Can I hold you?”
“You’re covered in cum.”
“And also sweat.”
Chris slid closer. “You can hold me.”
And Anthony did.
4
ANTHONY
The Gentlemen’s Club was on the top floor of one of Manhattan’s tallest buildings. As they rode the elevator up, Anthony watched the city getting smaller and smaller, the lights turning into distant dots. Next to him, Chris stood very still, his face expressionless.
