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thrust, that’s okay, but you are not to come under any circumstances.”
    “Fuuuuck,” Dante growled when Ryan took him deep, swirling his tongue around the head and shaft. “How can anyone not come?” Dante asked as he gripped the bedding, pressing his head back into the mattress. In his mind’s eye he could almost see Ryan’s cock just above his lips. He longed to tilt his head upward and swallow it down. He also longed to watch his own cock disappearing between Ryan’s full, sculpted lips. He wanted to fuck that mouth while running his hands through Ryan’s thick hair. His body damned near went into overdrive, and he could already feel his control slipping. Then Ryan backed away.
    Dante wasn’t sure if he should groan or sigh. He was already balancing on a knife’s edge and his blood raced in his ears. “Roll over right where you are,” Ryan said as he climbed off the bed. Dante complied, and even though he’d heard Ryan’s footsteps, he still jumped a little when Ryan touched his leg. “That’s it,” Ryan whispered into his ear before sucking on it. “That was the appetizer.” Ryan kissed down his neck, across Dante’s shoulders and down his spine. The energy and zing increased as Ryan kissed lower and lower.
    “What are you doing?” Dante asked even as he lifted his hips off the bed.
    Ryan gripped Dante’s butt cheeks, massaging them, licking them, biting them. “Damn, you have a great ass,” Ryan whispered, sucking on one of his cheeks, and Dante moaned loudly, the sound echoing in his ears. Ryan spread his cheeks, and Dante felt Ryan’s tongue slide down the small of his back and along his crack to….
    “Jesus fucking Christ!” Dante cried as he nearly came unglued. Somehow he remembered to keep his eyes closed and to breathe as Ryan probed him deep and hard. “You….” He gasped. “You’re….” He gasped again, trying to get his mind around what Ryan was doing to him and how he was making him feel. “How?”
    Ryan stopped. “No one has ever done this to you before?” Dante shook his head. “Then hold onto the bedding, because I’m taking you to the moon.” Dante felt Ryan bury his face. He cried out loud and steady as Ryan fucked him deep, hard, hot, and wet with his tongue. Dante was shaking so badly he didn’t know which way was up.
    “Fuuuucck,” Dante moaned long and loud as he collapsed flat on the bedding. “Please, Ryan, I don’t know how much more I can take.” Dante’s cock throbbed with each touch, and the bedding rubbed him just right. There was no way he could hold on. He tried thinking unsexy thoughts, but then Ryan would bury his face on Dante’s ass again and that was all he could think about, all he could concentrate on, and he was going out of his mind. Dante reached up and grabbed a pillow. He buried his face in it and screamed as Ryan’s tongue was replaced by a long, thick finger sliding deep into him and then pulling away. “Are your eyes still closed?” Ryan asked softly.
    “Yes,” Dante whined like a child. He felt Ryan lean over him, and then Ryan kissed him.
    “You’re one handsomely beautiful man,” Ryan told him as he rubbed up and down Dante’s back. He felt Ryan’s breath in his ear. “I’m going to fuck you now, and you aren’t to come until I tell you.”
    “Yes,” Dante said.
    “Do you want me like this?”
    Dante tried to answer, but his voice escaped him. Ryan tugged him down to the end of the bed, and Dante heard a foil package tear. Ryan slid one finger, slick and cool, into him, and Dante hitched his breath in blessed anticipation. When Ryan slipped the finger away, Ryan pressed to him. Dante held his breath as Ryan breached him and then slowly slid into his body.
    “Mother of God, I wasn’t expecting to be fucked by the bull,” Dante cried, arching his back. “No wonder the fuck you wouldn’t let me see it.” He let his mouth fall open as Ryan filled him fuller than he’d ever been in his life. “Ohhh