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hell on to know that Robert was as excited as he was. That he needed this dynamic the same way he did.
    “You want me to suck your dick, Master.”
    “You’re right there, Stevie.” He widened his stance and dropped his hands to Steve’s shoulders. “Now get on your knees and take me deep.”
    Steve sank down. Each inch lower brought with it surrender, a relinquishing of control. He was there to serve his Master. To give Robert what he needed. It didn’t matter that the night was cold, or that the concrete was hard on his knees. This was about losing himself to be at one with Robert.
    Damn, he’d missed this. Never had it with anyone before or since.
    But maybe Carrick would have taken him to the same surreal dimension where nothing mattered except obedience and pleasure.
    “Take me out,” Robert said hoarsely above him.
    “Yes.” Steve tugged at his button then undid the zipper on his jeans. He could feel Robert’s big cock straining beneath the material. Saliva pooled at the base of his tongue, the anticipation of having Robert’s thick dick in his mouth again was thrilling.
    “Hurry,” Robert said, fisting Steve’s hair at the crown of this head. “Faster.”
    Steve shoved at Robert’s jeans and underwear. His cock sprung out and Steve caught it in his palm.
    “Ah, fuck, yeah…” Robert said, shunting his hips forward. “Open up, sub. You know you want it.”
    “Yes, Master.” Steve opened wide and squeezed Robert’s dick.
    “Ah, that’s it…” Robert said, travelling on a fast glide to the back of Steve’s throat.
    Steve wrapped his tongue around the base of his cock, hugging Robert the way he knew he loved.
    Robert tightened his hold on Steve’s hair, yanking at the roots. He pulled out, so just the tip of his cock sat in Steve’s mouth.
    Steve sucked in a deep breath and fondled the ridges of Robert’s cockhead with the tip of this tongue, swiping over his slit and around his deep rim.
    Robert groaned then pistoned forward again, gripping Steve so that he had no choice but to take him deep.
    “Damn it, I’ve missed being down your throat,” Robert moaned. “Carrick’s a fool to give us…the runaround. He could be having this…now…” His words trailed off on a moan.
    Steve suckled, tugging the delicate end of Robert’s glans against the roof of his mouth.
    “Bloody hell,” Robert groaned, withdrew then shoved in. He set up a fast-paced rhythm. Hips swinging and thighs butting into Steve’s chest.
    In.
    Out.
    In.
    Out.
    His grip on Steve was tight and his breaths panted from him in great big huffs.
    Steve tasted the first drip of pre-cum mixing with the dark, rich flavour he always associated with Robert’s cock. He basted his tongue with it then swallowed it down. It was a taste he’d never get enough of. Would always want more of.
    Emotion suddenly overcame him—the wonder of being back with Robert, tonight of all nights, when Carrick, his current crush, had called him pretty. He clasped his hands on Robert’s hips, dragged him closer, deeper. He fought a gag, mewled his delight and stared up through the darkness at Robert.
    Robert was watching him, his eyes the brightest part of his face in the dim light. They were glassy, wide and unblinking. His mouth was open, lips retracted and his teeth gritted.
    He’d never been more handsome to Steve.
    This was Robert at his most naked, consumed with the need to come, come down Steve’s throat.
    Steve continued to stare up, knowing what a dirty, erotic sight he was for Robert; lips stretched around the thickness of his cock; cheeks flushed; breaths huffing from his nostrils and hovering wetly before dissipating into the night.
    “Oh. God. I’m gonna…come…”
    Steve didn’t acknowledge the words, he just kept on taking Robert’s cock. His jaw ached, saliva dripped from his chin and his heart was racing.
    “Ah…ah…” Robert cried.
    Steve hoped no one was passing on the street. But that thought was soon overtaken