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into him. But I was too far gone and too fucking angry. My cock demanded attention and I’d been denying myself too fucking long. If he we were doing this, we were doing it my way.
    “Bedroom,” I said firmly. Heat flared in the depth of his warm, brown eyes. He appeared to make some sort of decision and nodded to himself before turning and walking off into a room. I followed, my cock calling the shots at this point. It wasn’t stupid enough to pass up this opportunity and I knew I’d be pissed at myself for it later but I needed this. This would be closure. Better than just some lame disagreement.
    As soon as I walked into his darkened bedroom , Brady’s hands found me and pulled me into a kiss. He pulled my face down the inch or so to find his lips and our tongues mingled with one another fiercely. His mouth was hot and I drank from it like it would give me back the last eight years with this man, erase the memories of all of the mistakes made to keep us apart.
    He parted from the kiss and before I could register what he was doing or complain about the loss of his tongue, it found better uses. He dropped to his knees, pulling down my sweats and licked a line up my cock. I was so hard it was borderline painful. He used his tongue to roll my balls in their sac and I dropped my head back with a moan.
    “So good, Brady. Fuck.”
    He let out a muffled, devious chuckle before swallowing my cock whole, pulling it into his throat with gripping muscles. I nearly came right there. I placed my hand on the back of his head. “Hold up. I don’t wanna cum. I’m nowhere near done with you.” I said. He pulled off and kissed the tip of my cock, then rolled his tongue around the rim. I shuddered, feeling the waves of pleasure up and down my spine. He sucked me back into his hot mouth, cupping my balls with one hand, rolling them gently. How’d he know that’s how I loved it?
    I braced myself with both hands on his shoulders as he bobbed his head up and down. I could just make out his features in light coming from the door that was only open a crack. He swallowed me back down to the root, milking the head of my cock with his throat muscles and humming.
    “Fuck.” I pulled him off my cock and up for another wet, sloppy kiss. We moaned and grunted into our mouths. I ground my cock against his hip, his slipping just underneath my balls. We thrust against one another until I couldn’t take it any. Fucking. More.
    “Bed. Now.” I pushed him toward the bed. “Tell me you’ve got stuff.” I said.
    “Bedside table. Drawer,” he said breathlessly as he moved back on the bed. I flicked on the lamp before digging out a bottle of lube and a condom. I couldn’t look at him while I suited up for fear I’d lose my load just touching myself. I’d waited too fucking long to be with him like this and I knew I’d never take the chance again so I was doing it right, dammit.
    Once I’d rolled on the condom , I turned to him and felt my heart thud in my chest as I watched him stroke his proud cock. It wasn’t as long as mine. Like the rest of him, it was more compact and perfectly proportioned with the rest of his body. It was short and thick and I had to taste him again.
    I dove between his legs and licked him up and down. I’d waited so long for this moment my body couldn’t decide whether it wanted to enjoy it as long as possible or if I needed to empty my balls right then.
    I took him in hand and stroked a few times then glanced where he was staring at me with abandon. His mouth hung open, pouty bottom lip wet from his tongue that kept poking out to lick it.
    I sucked him in and went to work with fist and mouth, up and down, until he was writhing under me. “Oh, Ryan. So good, baby. So damn good.” His accent got thicker when he lost control and my cock gave a jerk as I thought of how hot I got him.
    I pulled off his cock, licking my lips. As I moved my hips between his legs, cock poking at his balls, I leaned in for a kiss.