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The sight of that and the feel of him got Frost's cock to throbbing harder, an almost painful ache that spread to his balls. He wanted him more than he'd wanted anyone. Longed for the feel of Stephen inside his arse.
    Longed to fuck the little bastard in his arse.
    Stephen lifted his head to look at Frost's face and caught Frost studying him with a smile.
    "You are beautiful, Stephen Brookes. I am so glad we found you. Your hands upon me...ah, they feel...mmmm. Taste me. Suck my cock."
    Stephen shuddered—ah, bliss!—and pushed his hands up to Frost's waist. Frost released his cock and thrust his pelvis forward, the tip of him inches from the other's face. Keeping one hand at his waist, Stephen drew the other across to grip Frost's cock. Fuck, the warmth from him seared, and an image of him fucking Frost from behind filled his mind and made his balls ache even more. Frost groaned, eager for Stephen to settle those lips around his pulsing tip, the skin there so smooth it shone. Easing forward a little more, Stephen leaned in and, holding Frost at his base, used the flat of his tongue to lick his shaft from root to tip.
    The young man heaved.
    Frost moaned, the sound ending on a low, rumbling growl, and sunk his hands into Stephen's hair. He caressed the scalp, his fingertips soft and sensual, and again his lover licked from root to tip, following up with his hand tight around him.
    "That's it. Taste. Suck. Lick."
    Stephen continued licking, and each time he reached the top he covered Frost with his lips before dragging his tongue back down. This act was such a turn-on, more so than it had been with anyone else, and Frost thought he could come just by doing this.
    "This feels so good, Stephen. Your tongue is so hot and wet. Take me deeper.” He clutched Stephen's hair tight for a beat then continued with his head massage.
    Stephen drew up, plunging Frost deep into his mouth, the silky softness of his tip brushing the roof. Frost groaned, and Stephen sucked upward, creating suction, his hand once again following his lips. Frost's cock seemed to widen, fill his lover's mouth further, and pre-cum dripped onto that talented tongue.
    Frost stopped massaging and pushed Stephen's head, guiding it up and down at a rapid pace. His cock strained. Stephen sucked on, closing his eyes.
    "You will never be lonely again, Stephen. I will always be with you."
    Stephen shuddered again, and Frost bit back a burst of laughter. The young man clearly didn't want to be here. Didn't want to be Frost's permanent lover.
    Tough shit.
    Stephen sucked harder, faster.
    He wants it over. Hates it.
    "Ah, you have a talented mouth. Exquisite.” Frost released a long rumble of sound that reverberated throughout his body. “Enough. You are too talented."
    Stephen lifted his head, Frost's cock coming free of his mouth with a soft plop, and waited for his next command. It didn't come from Frost's lips. Instead, he flipped Stephen over before the man had a chance to realize what was happening and settled him on his belly. Hands about Stephen's waist, Frost eased him up and back so he rested on all fours. Frost growled once more, roving his hands up and down Stephen's back, thumbs brushing the tip of his arse cleft, teasing, making the young man squirm and hate him.
    Frost needed the hate to get off.
    Heat radiated from his hands, and Frost concentrated on his strokes, sweeping up that knobby-spined back, curving over those bony shoulders, then back down the spine. Stephen's skin broke out in goose bumps, and his body shook.
    Not from pleasure. No. Not from that.
    "Ah, you want me to play down...there,” Frost stated with a smirk, thumbs skating to the valley between Stephen's arse cheeks and lingering at his pucker.
    "No. No, I don't want you there. Please. No.” Stephen sounded like a begging fool.
    Frost's cock grew harder.
    Tingles from his thumbs zipped through him, compact and dense, infusing him with such goose-bumpy tension he had to hold back a cry.