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stirring him on. He sucked, moving
up and down Quinn’s cock with long, slow movements. Teasing, driving the other
man wild.
    “Shit, Nash. Finish it, Goddamn you,” Quinn groaned. “Don’t
tease me.”
    But Nash didn’t relent, continuing his erotic torture. He
loved having Quinn at his mercy. He licked his way up Quinn’s dick and kissed
the tip before withdrawing.
    “Fuck,” Quinn swore. “I was so close.”
    Ignoring Quinn’s protest, Nash reached over for some lube
and thoroughly wet his forefinger. As he took Quinn’s shaft into his mouth
again, he pushed his damp finger against the tight rosebud of Quinn’s ass.
    “Stop playing around and do it,” Quinn demanded, attempting
to thrust his ass down onto Nash’s finger.
    Nash licked the head of Quinn’s cock, dipping the tip of his
tongue into the slit.
    “You know you’re a bastard, right?”
    Nash chuckled and, clasping Quinn’s dick, pumped his hand up
and down. Swirling his tongue over Quinn’s smooth balls, he listened as the
other man’s breathing quickened, coming in short gasps.
    “I’m close. End it.”
    “End what?” Nash teased.
    “Make me come,” Quinn growled.
    Quinn’s thighs trembled and Nash knew he was just seconds
away from bliss. He took the other man’s shaft into his mouth, sucking hard as
he cupped Quinn’s balls.
    “Oh hell, oh hell, Nash, I’m coming.”
    Nash took him deeper, swallowing quickly as Quinn came with
a yell of satisfaction. Nash drew back, licking Quinn’s softening cock as Quinn
slumped back on the bed, breathing heavily. Reaching down, Quinn tugged him up,
kissing him deep, nipping at his lips before sweeping his tongue inside Nash’s
mouth, playing, teasing. He rolled, pushing Nash onto his back.
    “Your turn.”
    Nash took a deep breath, holding back his smile as Quinn
attacked his cock. He approached it as he did everything in life, full speed
ahead.
    Grasping Nash’s throbbing dick, Quinn held the shaft
tightly, squeezing at irregular intervals, making Nash groan. Over and over, he
licked and tortured Nash’s dick until his balls were tight and aching, his hips
thrusting up, attempting to gain more. More friction, more warmth.
    Quinn drew back. “Pass me some pillows,” he ordered, his
voice rough.
    Nash threw him a couple of pillows, anything to make him
move faster. Damn, payback was hell.
    Quinn tapped his hip. “Lift.”
    As Nash raised his ass, Quinn slipped the pillows beneath
his lower back.
    Quinn spread Nash’s legs. “Wider,” he ordered. Nash’s
dominance rose, rebelling against Quinn’s demands. He took a deep breath,
holding back his sharp rejection, and spread his thighs wide, his knees bent so
his feet rested flat on the bed.
    “Good, very good,” Quinn said with satisfaction before
squirting some lube onto his hand.
    Quinn lay on the bed between Nash’s legs and parted Nash’s
ass cheeks with his hands. Nash jumped as Quinn pressed his warm, wet tongue
inside his asshole.
    “Shit.”
    Quinn chuckled. He reached up with one hand and grasped
Nash’s hard dick, moving his hand up and down as he thrust his tongue in and
out of Nash’s ass. Quinn tormented him with his tongue until it was all Nash
could do to hold off his orgasm, to keep himself under some semblance of
control.
    “Quinn, damn, that feels incredible.” Nash threw his arms
over his face as pleasure washed over him in forceful waves. He’d never
experienced anything like this. It felt amazing. Overwhelming. Sweat slicked
his skin as his body shook. Near the end of his endurance, he had to force the
words through his mouth.
    “Quinn, I’m coming.”
    As though the words were enough to release him, his cock
stiffened, growing, and he shuddered as spurts of release shot from his dick.
Quinn continued to suck until Nash lay there limply, barely able to find the
energy to breathe.
    “Good?” Quinn asked.
    “Too good. I think I’ve died,” Nash replied as Quinn climbed
into bed.
    “No dying yet.