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smelled like Matt, though. The bedroom, however, looked like someone lived there. The walls were a light brown with dark accents, the large, four-poster bed covered in a bright quilt and piled with pillows. There was a dresser and a small desk with a laptop on it, a basket with clothes in one corner.
    The room made him smile. This was the place of a real person.
    Matt smiled and stroked his cheek. “You like my room.”
    “I do.” It felt genuine.
    “Good. I hope you spend a lot of time in here.” Matt’s mouth closed over his.
    He didn’t have a chance to remind Matt that he didn’t kiss. He’d never been so glad to miss anything. Ever.
    Matt’s tongue slipped between his lips, snuck into his mouth, and licked all around. It was like they were dancing, rocking together. Matt slowly began to undress him, fingers sliding over his skin as it was revealed. His cock was hard, his skin tingling at Matt’s touches.
    “You work outdoors,” murmured Matt, stroking his nipples.
    “Sir?” He looked at Matt, surprised.
    “You’re tanned. You’re beautifully defined. I made an assumption.”
    “I spend my days in my gardens.” It was his passion.
    “Ah, you see -- I was right.” Matt smiled and returned his focus to Adam’s nipples. “These are so pretty. Are you very sensitive here?”
    “Yes, Sir. The mornings after, sometimes, I can’t wear a shirt.” The clamps were the worst -- not during, but after.
    “Mmm. I’d like to see that, you in the morning, shirtless, these little nibs swollen, knowing they were aching.” Groaning, Matt bent and took one into his mouth.
    “Oh.” He stilled, his instincts, his habit, to center himself, find his calm heart.
    Matt’s tongue flicked back and forth, his nipple rising to meet the touch. Suddenly, Matt bit at him, the pain sharp and sudden, surprising him. He almost gasped, the sound caught in his throat, his fingers clenching. The bite was followed up by more tongue-flicking and sucking. Adam breathed, chest heaving, toes curling.
    Fuck.
    “I can feel your heart beating. I know you’re enjoying it.” Matt looked up at him. “Are you usually this quiet?”
    “Yes, Sir.” It was how he kept his control.
    “I’d love to hear you make noise. I’d love to be the one to drive you to it.”
    He met Matt’s eyes. “This is very different for me.” He was a bit off-center.
    “This is personal, not business.” Matt cupped his face, fingertips stroking. “That doesn’t happen very often for you, does it?”
    “Never.” This never happened.
    “Good. I want to be the only one.”
    Adam couldn’t stop staring.
    Matt smiled. “Is that really so strange?”
    “Which part?”
    “That I want to be the only one.”
    “No. No, actually. Many men have asked for that.” He’d just never, ever said yes.
    “Then can I hope that the strange part is that you’re here in a non-professional capacity.”
    “Yes, Sir.” And the fact that Matt knew him, saw him, worried him a little.
    “Good.” Matt pressed their mouths together, echoing the word with a wicked, mobile tongue.
    The kisses made him silly, made him drunk, and he found himself wanting to moan. Matt’s fingers slid over his body, digging beneath his waistband. He sucked in, not really needing to. He dressed in loose pants, easy on and off. Matt pulled his pants down, hands sliding on his hips, his thighs. His cock was hard, aching, wet-tipped.
    “Mmm, look at you.”
    His cock bobbed, jerked at the words.
    Long fingers slid over his cock, rubbed across the tip. His teeth sank into his bottom lip, his thighs going rock hard.
    “I want to hear the sounds you’re holding back, Adam.”
    “Yes. Yes, Sir.” That touch came again and he groaned and went up on tiptoe.
    “Mmm. That’s more like it. Don’t hide from me, Adam. I want all of you. All. Of. You.”
    He didn’t know if he could do that. He was fairly sure that didn’t matter right now.
    Matt’s fingers circled his cock, continued to