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years -- fuck he could screw it up big time and as long as he didn’t bite, Paul was going to think it was fanfuckingtastic. Still, he wanted it to be good by any standards -- no reason not to make the next guy have to really work for it.
    Paul cried out, hips jerking convulsively, pushing deep, then stilling. “S...sorry. You... you startled me. So fucking good.”
    He sucked hard on just the head and then pulled off. “I’m fairly good at this.” He laughed. “I practiced with a cucumber until I could deep throat it. So you just do what feels good, I’ll let you know if I can’t take it.”
    He slid his hands around Paul’s ass and took that nice prick back into his mouth.
    “A cucumber? Good lo... Oh, fuck! So hot!” Paul thrust slow and steady, encouragement and need pouring down with the water in that voice, that fucking voice calling out his name, so fucking wanton.
    It made him whimper around the hot flesh in his mouth, made him hard again, so fucking hard just from that goddamned voice. Well, that and the hard piece of meat throbbing in his mouth and he was pretty fucking happy he could do this for Paul. Ten years was way too long between blowjobs.
    It didn’t take long before Paul’s hands tightened on his shoulders, hips rocking in quick, needy motions.
    “Oh, so fucking good.” He looked up -- oh... Paul’s eyes were dark, dark brown, hot, like they were looking at him -- and that voice lowered, rumbled. “So sweet, Thor. Oh... Yes...”
    Thor sucked harder, pulling Paul in, tugging on that fine ass with his hands, encouraging his lover.
    “Yes. Fuck, yes.”
    Oh, yeah. That was a growl. Paul came, fingers gripping his shoulders, hips jerking convulsively.
    Thor grabbed his own cock and pulled himself off, coming before Paul had finished shuddering.
    The water was starting to get cool, Paul stroking his cheek. “Wow.”
    He chuckled, leaning his head against Paul’s hip as he took off the condom, letting the water wash Paul’s cock. “So that wasn’t bad?”
    “Oh, man. Awful. Utterly.” Full of warm, sated laughter, Paul’s voice made him grin. “Thank you.”
    Smiling, he placed a soft kiss on Paul’s cock, then stood and turned off the water. “I don’t know about you, but I think I hear your bed calling my name. Hell, I’ve come enough tonight I could probably curl up in the tub and sleep here. But your bed would be more comfortable.”
    “Yeah. It is. Much.” Paul stepped out of the tub and handed him a towel. “I feel like my legs are totally jellied.”
    “Yeah, I can relate.” He used his towel to dry Paul off, then did a quick job on himself. “Come on, let’s get your sexy-assed self to bed.”
    A soft hand slid over his butt. “Oh, I’m thinking you’re the sexy-assed one. Damn.”
    “I’m not going to argue that with you.” Thor chuckled and slid his arm around Paul’s waist, heading them toward the bed, hitting the lights as they went. “Lights are off -- you’re going to have to guide me from here,” he murmured.
    “Mm... I can do that.” Paul led him easily, talking soft and low until they were at the bed, sliding in between cool sheets. “So, is it bad form to cuddle?”
    “I sure as hell hope not.” He pushed close, letting Paul hold him. A lot of times he liked to be the one to hold, ‘cause he wasn’t the tallest or the biggest guy on the block and it made him feel good -- to be holding the other guy. But with Paul... he didn’t feel like he had to be macho or tall or anything that he wasn’t. He was liked for who he was. “So you gonna let me eat mashed potatoes in the morning, Paul?”
    Paul chuckled, the sound sleepy. “I think that can be arranged, Thor. In fact, I’m thinking you mentioned something about feeding me breakfast yourself.”
    He laughed. “Yeah, and then you vetoed that idea and invited me here.” He nudged Paul with his hip. “Thanks.”
    A kiss brushed against his temple, Paul shifting. “Mm... goodnight, Thor.