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elbows and quickly move his mouth around Max’s head. He laid back, moaning loudly as Simon worked his mouth over his thick shaft. He added his hands too, stroking him as his tongue swirled over the slit in Max’s cock.
    He sat back and lifted Max’s legs over his thighs. “What’re you doing now?” Max asked a moment before the answer became clear to him as Simon licked his finger and brought the digit to Max’s puckered entrance.
    He held his breath, anticipating the sudden pain of being stretched but relaxed after a moment when it didn’t come. Instead, there was only the slow slide of Simon’s finger as he moved inside of Max’s ass. Simon took him deeply, his nose touching the soft curls at the base of Max’s cock.
    With a jolt Max felt Simon touch something inside of him. Of course he knew what it was, the soft spot that made him groan and bite his lip as his head fell back. But outside of sex he’d never felt anyone else touch it. And now Simon was curling the tip of his finger around it and Max could barely think past the humming waves of pleasure going through his heated body.
    Simon pressed his tongue flat against the underside of Max’s cock, making him jerk off the bed. Simon lifted his head and replaced his mouth with his tightened fist, quickly sliding his hand over Max’s shaft.
    Max squirmed, fighting the pleasure as much as he could, even as Simon chuckled above him. “You can’t control an orgasm, Max. Not really,” he chided.
    “I can try though,” Max said, desperately closing his eyes.
    Then Simon did something that took the fight away from him. He didn’t know what it was, since he wasn’t watching him, but Max felt the faint scrape of teeth against his head and then the pressure in his groin released.
    When he opened his eyes again Simon was kneeling above him and long lines of cum were sprayed over his chest and neck.
    “Kiss me,” Max demanded, his voice a breathy pant.
    Laughing, Simon obliged him. “I usually give the orders,” he said, trailing light kisses over Max’s lips and cheek. “But I think I can give you this one.”
    He untied Max’s wrists and Max gratefully brought them to Simon’s shoulders. Max squeezed his arms, ran his hands over his back, and touched his hair.
    “I’m going to go get cleaned up,” Simon said, pulling away and getting off the bed. Max was instantly sorry for the loss of contact. “Do you want to sleep alone tonight or would you like the company?”
    Max smiled. “My choice?”
    Simon nodded. “Of course.”
    “It’s a big bed,” Max pointed out.
    Laughing, Simon turned away. Max rolled over and sighed happily. He wanted more, practically needed it. But this little experiment had helped him relax. He could already feel some of the day’s stresses leaving him. Maybe, in time, Simon would be right. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
    He was nearly asleep when he felt the bed dip behind him. Freshly showered, Simon smelled like cinnamon and cloves. Spicy and sweet. Like the perfect cup of chai tea. There was no hesitation as he wrapped his arms around Max’s sated body. As if he belonged there, Max relaxed into his hold, believing that he’d stay the night. That he’d wake up next to Simon in the morning. It had been a long time since someone had stayed that long. Max didn’t let them.
    Simon’s hands came up to cup Max’s wrists where he’d been tied. They weren’t sore and didn’t hurt. Within a few minutes Max silently fell asleep, Simon’s warm breath tickling his shoulder.

Chapter Four
    Max’s hands shook as he fumbled with the front door the next day, the key shaking in the lock. He took a breath, forcing himself to calm down. But the feeling didn’t last long as he nearly dropped his keys and swore loudly. On the other side of the door he heard footsteps coming toward him and he backed up, putting the key back in the pocket of his coat as he waited for his roommate to open the door.
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