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have you, too.”
    “Yes, Sir. Yes, please.”
    “Good.” Rupert tilted his head and took a kiss, tongue slipping in between his lips. He opened up, pressing close so he could feel all that strength. Rupert grabbed his ass again, lifting him to his tiptoes. Peter moaned, his bare cock dragging the entire way.
    Moving them, Rupert got them to the bed, kissing him all the way. His body felt electric, so alive, so needy.
    The bed sheets were silky and cool against his back, such a contrast to the hard, hot body of his master above him. He gasped, arched up, bucking against Rupert’s body. Rupert pushed him back down, rubbing all along his body with small, controlled movements. It was magical, the sheets along his back, the skin along his front.
    Rupert cupped his face and looked into his eyes. He could see himself, his hunger, his desire. Very slowly, Rupert traced Peter’s lips with his tongue. Then Rupert echoed the movement with his hips, rolling them and making their cocks nudge and bump each other.
    Christ, he was going to lose his fucking mind.
    Next, Rupert kissed all over his face, lips lingering only seconds before moving on to the next spot. Peter’s entire body began to tingle, his cock aching again.
    When Rupert reached his jaw, instead of kissing, he began to suck -- hard enough Peter knew it was going to leave a mark. He lifted his chin. Who was going to know he had hickies? It wasn’t like he worked in an office where it would be a problem. Groaning against his skin, Rupert moved to a spot on his throat, sucking up another spot there.
    “Sir. Sir.” He swallowed hard.
    Rupert scraped his teeth over Peter’s skin, then continued sucking. He’d never had a hickey. He was going to beg for more. Maybe Rupert was on the same page, because he found a new spot and began to suck up yet another mark.
    These sounds started escaping him, needy and eager, begging.
    Rupert’s fingers slid along his ribs and down to his hips, not hitting any sweet spots, but it felt amazing just the same. Peter stretched, pressing into the touches, into the pleasure.
    “Sweet boy. Gonna make you fly.”
    “Please. Yes. Yes, Sir.”
    Smiling down at him, Rupert slid fingers up along his chest toward his nipple. His body tightened, drew up tight.
    “You know it’s coming, but you don’t know when it’s going to happen.”
    “Anticipation.” The word came out breathless.
    “That’s right. It’s good, isn’t it?” Rupert’s finger circled his nipple as he spoke.
    “Yes. God, yes.” Peter was into it.
    Rupert held his gaze and kept circling, making him wait and wait, the tension building. Then Rupert swept in and licked at the tip of his nip. The sensation was bright, the flash of heat turning cool almost immediately.
    Rupert flicked his tongue across Peter’s other nipple, then returned to the first, taking it between his lips and sucking on it. The sensation seemed to pull from deep inside him, and Peter swore he could feel each suck in his cock. All he could do was hold on, hold on and feel.
    Rupert flicked his tongue across the tip of Peter’s nipple, over and over. His body tightened, so hard that he shook. Humming, Rupert tugged his nipple, then the other.
    “You make me want to scream, so hard.” It seemed almost too big not to.
    Giving his nipple a light nip, Rupert came off it and grinned up at him. “Go ahead.”
    “What?”
    “Go ahead and scream. I don’t want you to hold back.”
    “Yes, Sir. Yes.”
    At his words, Rupert went back to sucking, picking his other nipple this time.
    Peter moaned, his spine arching up toward the chest. As he sucked, Rupert dragged his fingers along Peter’s abdomen, putting a warmth in his belly. Christ, yes. Please. He was going out of his mind. He needed that touch on his cock. He really, really did.
    Rupert’s wrist brushed the tip of his cock. His hips rolled up, nudging his prick harder.
    “Oh, pushy, pushy boy.” Rupert sounded amused rather than upset.
    “Yes.