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Instead, he peeled the underwear down further and turned his attention to Satish’s balls. Bigger than his own. Darker. Soft to the touch, and the smell of them when he pressed his face against them—God, it was a powerful drug, and if that made James a pervert, well, he didn’t care.
    James thought he heard Satish stifle a moan when he began to paint Satish’s balls with saliva as he had Satish’s cock. The rough hairs there rubbed James’s lips as he nuzzled and sucked, one side, then the other. Those hairs began to make a rough, crisp sound the wetter they got.
    James didn’t care if he was making a mess. He wanted to be messy, wanted to gobble this whole experience up, literally and figuratively. His mouth grew rougher, more urgent. He reached back as far as he could with his tongue, stroking Satish’s taint, before drawing away to suck his way back up Satish’s dick once more.
    “Please,” came another breathy whisper, and though James knew what Satish wanted, he still drew it out. He caught the salty-clear drop welling at the slit, then tried to worm the tip of his tongue inside that opening. Wouldn’t fit, of course, but the trying was a pleasure all its own.
    Satish’s hand tightened in James’s hair at that, his undemanding acceptance unraveling a bit as he grew desperate. James’s hands likewise fisted the fabric over Satish’s thighs, holding on, wishing he could drag his nails down Satish’s skin.
    Maybe next time . James opened his mouth, wrapped his lips around the wide ridge, and slowly sucked Satish in.
    A soft sound, a whimper that wanted to be louder but didn’t dare, and fuck did it sound good. James’s hand drifted down into his lap and slipped into the opening of his boxers, where Carson had forbidden it to go. Part of James didn’t care, and another part thrilled at the terror and the fierce, heady rush of defiance. He didn’t fool himself that Carson wouldn’t know—somehow, he’d know, as he always did—but it would be done by then, and worth whatever the cost wound up being. Carson couldn’t dictate what James did right now, here with Satish.
    He gripped himself and sucked harder. Pressed onward. Slid down that salt-and-spice-and-musk flavored skin until it nudged his soft pallet, forcing him to withdraw. Not that he couldn’t take more—Carson had long ago made sure he could—but not yet. Now he just wanted to taste and feel and let the veins bump along his lips, let the muscle twitch against the flat of his tongue.
    “Please. Hurry.” A request, not a demand, not a plea. And as much as James wanted to drag this out and make it last, he had to remember that Satish’s job was on the line. Carson would probably want him to go slower for that very reason, up the element of risk, but James wouldn’t do that.
    He couldn’t prevent Carson’s spirit from infusing every sexual encounter he had; it had been that way since he was twenty. But he could at least keep it from harming Satish any more than it already had the potential to do. He began to move faster, sucking more firmly, throwing into it every trick he’d learned kneeling at Carson’s feet.
    “G-goodness,” Satish sputtered, his voice high and refined, which only increased James’s desire. That sort of outburst was no act, it was Satish stripped down to his very purest self: a well-raised, polite man, caught in a sexual game he couldn’t even comprehend but unable to resist the lure of James’s unapologetic depravity.
    And James, once the tempted, now became the tempter, the one drawing an unwitting man into this tangled, terrible, delightful game. But it was his game, not Carson’s. Not that he had even the slightest interest in dominating or being dominated by Satish, but he still had the ability to determine how this would play out. The power of that was heady, as heady as Satish’s smell and taste. Bobbing his head rapidly, his fist around his cock sped up too, chafing a bit but oh the pain was perfect,