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waited for the second phase on the last day of their lives almost had him laughing.
    "Stop holding your legs,” he said, gazing at his lover, whose eyes flickered with different hues of amber.
    Defiant little prick. Beautifully defiant.
    Stephen hunched up by the headboard, arms about his knees, which he hugged close to his chest. Frost knew he frightened the young man, but really... What was it with the men of today? What did it take to get a lover who did as he was damn well told without question?
    "You must relax.” Frost, naked, arse on his heels, studied Stephen from the bottom of the bed. “You know how much I dislike a hole that doesn't...give without a fight."
    I lie well. Telling him that only serves to make him tenser.
    Stephen took in a deep breath and let go of his knees, stretching his legs out, feet either side of Frost's thighs. His pretty face showed signs of crying throughout the night. Ah, he had been homeless, standing on the street corner, with no one to notice him being gone. At least that's what Frost told himself. Stephen had protested when Frost's men grabbed him, bundling the skinny wretch into the back of Frost's car. Said he'd only popped out to get some milk for his mother.
    They all said that.
    Stephen had stared at Frost beside him in the back seat, the car speeding away to Frost's home.
    "What do you want?” Stephen had asked.
    "You'll see.” Frost smiled. “How old are you."
    "Eighteen."
    "Perfect."
    Now, Frost shunted forward between Stephen's legs, his cock pointed at his lover's chest. Frost took himself in hand and began that slow movement up and down that had almost sent him insane last night. And it was sending him insane now. Stephen's fear fuelled his desire.
    Frost's fingers itched to reach out and touch Stephen, but he held back, enjoying himself just fine on his own. To be with someone so uneasy was thrilling. Frost could sit there all night and study him. Stroke his own cock, utter words to the young man that further changed his expression from fearful to terrified. That would make him come, just like it had last time. Frost's cock strained, and a drop of pre-cum drizzled down the head.
    "I smell your fear, Stephen. My cock is weeping because of it. See what you do to me? See what your fear does? Take off those trousers. I want to see you naked."
    Stephen eyed Frost's legs, gaze sweeping up and down them like a kid anticipating the belt from an angry father. Good.
    Oh, so fucking good.
    Stephen looked as though he would refuse, then must have recalled what happened before when he did that. An angry red stripe across his back bore testament to it. He scrabbled onto his knees, dragged his trousers off, and tossed them to the floor.
    "And the top. Take that off too.” Frost's hand glided on. Up and down, up and down.
    Stephen lifted his black T-shirt over his head, body puny compared to Frost's sexy-as-fuck frame—and he knew it was sexy as fuck. Frost's cock throbbed erratically, needing to be touched by the young man. Stephen flung the T-shirt aside and rested his hands on the mattress, obviously unsure what to do.
    Best to wait for my instructions. If you don't...you'll have welts across your pretty little arse that won't heal for a week.
    Frost lifted his wide thighs and straddled Stephen, pushing the other's legs together. “Take me in your mouth. I want to feel your lips around me. And if you bite...I'll kill you."
    Stephen cleared his throat and sighed, pushed himself up into a more rigid sitting position. Lifting his hands, he tentatively lowered them toward Frost's thighs, the warmth from them meeting Frost's skin before Stephen even made contact. A shiver slid through Frost, from his head to his goddamn toes.
    Stephen pressed his hands to Frost's prominent muscles. God, but his touch felt good, all soft skin and fear-heat. The hairs on Frost's legs rasped against Stephen's hands as he smoothed them up and down, the young man's gaze on Frost's hand stroking his cock.