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harder at him.
    “Want to taste you.” Dex was down here after all.
    Kent made this amazing noise—part cry, part moan, part encouragement.
    Dex took his time opening Kent’s pants. He’d like to have said it was to tease Kent, but really, his fingers were trembling more than a little, his excitement high.
    “You’re so fine, so delicious.” Kent stroked his temples, almost petting him.
    He placed a thank-you kiss on Kent’s skin, just above the tiny curls that he’d revealed when he opened the man’s jeans. Breathing in deeply, he pulled out Kent’s cock. It was hot and hard in his hand, and the scent of good, clean male filled his senses. Kent was heavy, thick, and cut. The head was flared, a single drop of clear fluid waiting for him to taste. He flicked at it with his tongue, groaning as the flavor filled his mouth. This was what Kent tasted like. He could get used to it. No, he could get used to wanting it.
    Kent shivered for him, thighs spreading for balance.
    “You taste good,” he told Kent, running his nose down one side of Kent’s cock, then up the other. Moaning, he added, “Smell so good too.”
    Kent stared down like he was the most erotic man Kent had ever seen.
    Smiling up at Kent, he licked at the tip of the man’s cock again. Then he turned his full attention to the fat prick, letting the head spread his lips open. Heat. Salt. Kent. Tiny motions spread his lips, but Kent was being careful, gentle with him. He pulled more of Kent in, increasing his suction to show his new lover that he wasn’t fragile, that he was on his knees because he loved sucking cock and wanted to make Kent feel good.
    “I…. Damn, honey.” Kent finished the sentence with a moan.
    Humming, Dex kept sucking as he started bobbing his head. He went down on Kent, then pulled back, nearly off, before taking more in again. Kent’s hips began to move, pushing a little bit harder now, a bit faster. He wrapped his hands around them, tugging Kent in deeper and swallowing around the hard tip.
    Kent stilled, went up on tiptoe. He bobbed furiously, wanting to make Kent come.
    “I…. Honey….” Oh, that was a warning if he’d ever heard one.
    He pulled harder, swallowing every time Kent’s cock moved into his throat. His lips parted even farther as Kent’s prick swelled, then shot for him. His mouth and throat filled, and he swallowed over and over, some of it dribbling out of his mouth and along his chin.
    “Oh God. Honey. I. Wow.”
    Dex took his time letting go, enjoying the feeling of Kent’s cock on his tongue. Kent’s head was down, eyes closed, lips open. He kissed the top of Kent’s pubes again, before rising up, leaning against Kent, and panting.
    Kent pushed one hand into Dex’s workout pants, fingers wrapping around his prick, measuring him from base to tip.
    “Fuck!” Dex closed his eyes, mouth searching blindly for Kent’s.
    Kent kissed him, tongue-fucking his lips. Pleasure shot between his mouth and his cock in a loop.
    It surprised him that Kent’s fingers were callused, rough. It felt good, those imperfections sliding along his cock. He’d expected silk, soft. Not a working man’s hands.
    “Don’t stop,” he begged, hips pushing his cock along Kent’s palm.
    “Won’t. Promise.” The words were simple, but he believed them.
    He took another kiss, breathless and sloppy. Sucking Kent off had kept him diamond hard, and now he was raring to go, racing toward the finish line. He’d never had a hand job that felt so good.
    Kent started focusing on the tip of his cock, the zing of pleasure almost too much. He grunted and bit at Kent’s lower lip, his whole body jerking.
    “Yeah. That’s good.” Kent never let up, not at all.
    Dex nodded, beyond words now. Almost shocked at how good it was.
    Kent covered his lips in another kiss, tongue pushing in, adding to his pleasure. He wriggled his hips a touch, and that was just perfect. He just needed a bit more, just something…. Kent’s thumb dug