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to hold his breath, but he forced his lungs to work. The pressure of Sage’s palm against his cock drew his knees up a little, enough to lift his feet off the floor. He panted, feeling like a teenager. Hell, he’d come in his pants a while ago.
    He grinned when Sage checked in with him, eyes meeting his curiously. “That feels good.”
    “It does.” Sage measured him, base to tip. “Nice and heavy.”
    “Th-thanks.” He started rocking his hips up, wanting more.
    “Uh-huh. Can I?” Sage plucked the drawstring.
    “Please. Yes.” Win was—yeah. He was ready to feel Sage’s touch on his bare skin.
    Sage untied the drawstring, and Win lifted his hips, helping to get the damned things off. His cock was so hard a cat couldn’t scratch it and red at the tip, needing attention. He stared at Sage’s hand when it descended, each finger fascinating him when they wrapped around him.
    Jesus.
    Jesus, that was….
    Whatever it was, it wasn’t anything—anything—compared to when Sage bent down and wrapped those soft, hot lips around his prick.
    Win jerked, his hips punching up. He wanted to grab Sage by the head, but that seemed crazy forceful for the first time he had that mouth on his cock. Besides that, Sage was doing fine—humming and licking, sucking and bobbing. Oh fuck. That was pure heaven. Win leaned his head back against the couch and tried to breathe, his balls pulling up tight. He watched every fucking stroke, refusing to miss a second of that blond head moving for his pleasure.
    He stroked Sage’s cheek, his mouth starting to move, words pouring out. “That’s it, huh? God, that’s good. Wet. Hot.”
    The suction got stronger, proving to him that Sage was into it, was hearing him but good. Those sweet lips shaped to fit him and pulled, Sage working his cock with the flat of that rough tongue, and Win thought he might be in heaven.
    Then the man’s fingers started rolling his nuts, massaging them, just hard enough.
    “Oh fuck, honey. I’m gonna bust it.” He was going to lose it, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to yet. “I might only be good for one more.”
    Sage’s lips popped off his cock, wet and red and swollen.
    Win grinned at him, stroking that pretty mouth with one finger. “Come on up here.”
    He drew Sage up, tugging when those lips wrapped around his fingers and sucked. His cock jerked again, then again, reminding him how close he was to the edge.
    “Kiss me, please.” He groaned the words out, and Sage pushed into his arms, that tiny ass right where he could grab a double handful of it. Those strong thighs slid down on either side of his, Sage pushing even closer.
    He got his kiss, hot and wet and deep. Sage was learning, and fast. Where the first kisses had been tentative, this was heated, hungry. They were rocking together fast, the friction sweet as hell. Sage’s cock was like a brand, nudging his belly.
    It needed to be bare, like his. He pulled at Sage’s shorts.
    “Yeah.” Sage wiggled, letting him strip that pocket cowboy body down. It didn’t take long before they were skin to skin, and Win got to look and touch and feel. Sage was perfectly formed with tiny brown nipples and a six-pack. He had scars—some big, some not—but they made Win want to touch more.
    He didn’t go there, though, the scars. Not yet. What if that freaked Sage out, if they held bad memories? So he went for the nipples, thumbs sliding over them.
    Sage cried out into his mouth, then settled back astride his legs, rubbing on him good. Win hummed, working their cocks together, loving how it felt, the hard prick against his. He hadn’t spent time with a man in years, and it felt luxurious, like he was the luckiest bastard ever.
    He grabbed Sage’s ass and pulled them together faster, the rhythm getting a little crazy. He loved the sound their skin made when it slapped. Sage leaked against him, pretty cock making the friction easy. Win bent for another kiss, afraid he’d start babbling if he didn’t.