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time, Micah."
    "I know," he whispered, and lunged into Jamie for another kiss. Jamie held Micah's face in both hands, kissing him until the boy stopped trembling.
    Micah started touching him, tips of his fingers over Jamie's shoulders and down his arms, across his collarbones and down his chest. One finger circled Jamie's nipple ring through his pajama top and Micah whispered, "What's this for?"
    "For the chain, of course," Jamie murmured, lips moving down Micah's neck.
    "Chain?" His voice cracked a little.
    Jamie nodded, keeping his face as serious as he could. "You chain me to the bed when you're done with me." He slid down to kiss Micah's chest.
    "I'm supposed to--chain you up?"
    "Property control," he said solemnly. "Like putting a collar on a dog."
    Micah looked at him with narrowed eyes. "I can never tell if you're being serious when you get like this."
    "Just assume I'm not--it's easier on everybody." He kissed Micah's mouth again and jumped when Micah gave the nipple ring a tug. The boy looked smug when Jamie glared at him.
    "Property control," he said primly and threw his arms around Jamie's neck for another reckless kiss. Jamie worked his hands under Micah's t-shirt and tugged it over his head--Micah was barely distracted from kissing him long enough to part their mouths and lift his arms. He wrapped himself around Jamie again, his mouth hot and open as their tongues met.
    Jamie was shaking once more: he wanted to just push the boy open and pound himself into oblivion--but this was Micah, beautiful delicate Micah, and more than his own pleasure Jamie wanted to make him shiver and moan and beg for more.
    He kissed Micah's lips a few more times and then slid down his body, kissing his collar bones and ribs and hip bones. He slid his hands into Micah's pajama pants and Micah writhed, moaning Jamie's name.
    The pants tied closed: Jamie grabbed an end in his teeth and gave it a tug. Micah arched and shivered, hands on Jamie's shoulders, and started squirming his hips as Jamie traced his hard cock through his pants with his nose. "Jamie--are you--could you--"
    "Whatever you want," he promised and gave the knot another tug. "Whatever you want." He kissed Micah's quivering stomach. His pale body was flushed pink--his cock twitched to Jamie's touch.
    "I want--I want--" He squirmed more and clawed at the knot with clumsy fingers. "I want to take this off."
    Jamie laughed out loud and helped him get the knot undone--and with a few slapped fingers they got the knot untied and Micah's pants and underpants off his hips and down his legs.
    He lay back and licked his lips, breathing heavily as he watched Jamie look at him. "I'm skinny," he said in a self-conscious tone.
    "You're not," Jamie said, a hand gliding down Micah's chest. "You're beautiful." Micah's body was still boyishly slender, but there was a hint of depth to his chest, of strength to his shoulders, of solidity of his legs. Jamie wrapped his hands around Micah's thighs and pushed them open, kissing his way down Micah's belly, following the pale brown path of soft hair.
    Micah gasped a laugh. "Beautiful. Right. Skinny and--pale--and--" The muscles in his legs jumped.
    "Beautiful," Jamie confirmed and tickled Micah's belly button with the tip of his tongue. Micah laughed again, deep from his belly, and it got cut off into a moan as Jamie took one of his balls into his mouth. He rolled it along his tongue, sucked lightly, let it out of his mouth with a wet pop. He did the same to the other testicle, and smiled smugly when Micah started whimpering.
    He raised himself up to look at Micah. There were dark spots in his cheeks, his eyes were the color of the night sky, and his beautiful mouth was swollen and wet. He reached for Jamie's face and Jamie lightly kissed his palm.
    "I'm going to give you a blow job," he said, "and I want you to go ahead and come whenever you're ready. Okay? Just let your body do what it wants to and don't worry about me. I know what I'm doing," he