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overwhelmed by Kael’s greater weight and size—and his much greater strength.
    Releasing Angel’s right wrist, Kael used his hand to spread the boy’s buttocks and
    position his cock at the arsehole. Precum offered some small lubrication, but the
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    dryness was still evident, making Angel cry out again as Kael thrust deep inside him in
    one movement.
    With Angel’s face turned away from his, Kael was careful to give no indication
    that it was him. He did not speak or make a sound, though he wanted to grunt out his
    pleasure loudly. For long minutes, he thrust. At some point, Angel’s slender, pale body
    gave up the fight and lay limp beneath him, allowing himself to be reamed.
    With a last hard thrust, Kael pumped his fluids up Angel’s arse and collapsed on
    top of him. As his breathing slowed and steadied, he dropped all his weight onto
    Angel’s back.
    “Hi, Daddy.” Angel’s voice was quiet, perfectly serene.
    Kael rolled off onto his back, his trousers shoved down around his thighs and his
    cock lying limp against one thigh. “When did you know it was me?”
    Propping himself up on his elbows, Angel smiled at him and kissed his cheek.
    “Almost right away. I smelled you.”
    “What? I smell?”
    Giggling, Angel said, “You smell like you. Clean and manly and daddyish. I know
    your scent like you know mine.” Kael’s sense of smell rivaled an animal’s, and it
    seemed Angel’s was advanced too.
    “As long as it’s a good smell.”
    “It’s wicked good.” Angel leaned over and licked Kael’s face. “And you taste
    wicked good too. All over. At first my heart was pounding so hard I thought I was
    having a heart attack, and then I smelled you and the fear went away.”
    “Did you come?” Kael asked.
    “I couldn’t stop myself, Daddy. As soon as I knew it was you, I got hard. You
    know I love it when you hold me down.”
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    “I need to wash my cock. I didn’t use a condom. I didn’t want to spoil the
    moment.” He laughed. “I didn’t want to give you a second to know it was me before I
    pinned you down.”
    Neither of them moved at once. Angel closed his mouth over Kael’s, probing
    deeply with his tongue. Kael had never had a relationship before Angel, only one-night-
    stand subs, and he never kissed them. Angel loved to kiss, and Kael had begun to find it
    arousing. His cock thickened again. Gently he pushed Angel away and got up to finish
    undressing.
    With a spring to his step, Angel skipped into the bathroom. By the time Kael
    walked in naked, the water was at the perfect temperature. Stepping under the rushing
    shower, he waited while Angel poured shower gel onto the loofah sponge and began to
    scrub Kael’s chest, and then he raised his arms while his armpits were scrubbed.
    “How was the job, Daddy?”
    “Fine. It was easy, just security.”
    “Not dangerous?”
    The memory of Romodanovsky kissing him and inviting him to bed filled his
    head again. The man was definitely dangerous. “It was fairly innocuous.”
    “Maybe you could take me on the next job, if it’s just routine and not dangerous.”
    “Don’t ask,” Kael said firmly.
    “Yes, Sir.” Angel accepted the reprimand and poured more gel onto the loofah.
    “Let me do your back.” After scrubbing Kael all the way down his back and legs, he put
    down the loofah and poured gel into his hands. Standing in front of Kael, looking
    directly into his eyes, Angel massaged it into Kael’s cock and balls, his slippery hands
    creating a wonderful, silky friction. Angel rubbed until all the gel was rinsed away.
    With one hand, Kael grabbed the back of Angel’s head, pulling him closer. He
    closed his mouth over Angel’s, shoving his tongue deep inside. The sweetness and
    softness of Angel’s mouth added to his intense arousal. The hands gliding over his cock
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    and balls shot thick pulses of pleasure