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pretty,” Roscoe agreed, leaving the jeans pooled at Shawn’s feet to skate his hands up Shawn’s legs and behind to cup the bare cheeks of his ass. He traced the creases between thighs and groin with his nose and tongue, teasing Shawn by intentionally not touching the part that ached for him most. But Shawn was used to this.
    He knew Roscoe would make up for it eventually. If he had to, Shawn would beg. That rarely failed to get him results. But Roscoe’s patience was low tonight. He growled, then mouthed Shawn’s shaft, making it push against the now-damp stretchy fabric.
    “Ah, damn, Coe,” Shawn breathed, digging his fi ngers into Roscoe’s hair.
    Roscoe growled again, his fi ngers digging into Shawn’s ass.
    They wiggled into the crack, spreading Shawn open so the pad of one fi nger could dip under the string of the thong to tease his opening.
    That did it. “Fucking damn it, suck me already.” Laughing, Roscoe freed one hand to pull the thong far enough down to let Shawn’s cock out. It slapped against the side of his face, leaving a small splatter of pre-cum that Roscoe barely seemed to notice. He turned his head to mouth up and down Shawn’s shaft wetly while that one fi nger gently probed inside Shawn’s hole.

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    Ignoring the whimper in his own throat, Shawn reached down to grip his shaft and forcibly guided the tip to Roscoe’s lips. Roscoe laughed, eyes tilted up as he opened his mouth to let Shawn slide his dick in. Shawn nearly lost it, had to grip his shaft hard to keep from coming just from watching the obvious pleasure Roscoe got out of tasting him. Gorgeous lips pursed over the head of him, sucking gently, teeth lightly scraping the sensitive spot just underneath the rim.
    Shawn shuddered. “Gotta…sit…”
    Roscoe guided him down, tossing aside his thong and spreading him out in the middle of the bed before settling between Shawn’s thighs to seriously get to work. Shawn groped blindly at the rumpled bedspread beneath him as Roscoe sucked his brains out of his cock. He released what would have been an embarrassing series of whimpers and moans if Roscoe didn’t get off on them. When Roscoe prodded his hole with saliva-slick fi ngers, Shawn eagerly grabbed his own thigh to hold it to his chest, giving Roscoe as much room as he could manage. The explosion came when Roscoe twisted two wet fi ngers in him up to the webbing and closed the back of his throat around Shawn’s cock head.
    Roscoe milked him dry then slowly crawled away while Shawn tried to draw his wits back together.
    “Fuck. Are you still dressed?”
    The older man chuckled, loosening his tie. “I seem to be.”
    “How’d that happen?”
    The tie sailed into the corner then his fi ngers started on the shirt’s buttons. “You’re just that hot, Finn.” Shawn stretched, posing for his lover. “I am, aren’t I?” Roscoe joined his laughter as he drew his shirt open, exposing that long, splendid torso.
    Shawn licked his lips. “You’re pretty hot yourself, Coe.” The shirt joined the tie in the corner. “I have to measure up to deserve you.”

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    Shawn sobered for a moment, his smile dissolving. “That’s not it, you know.”
    Roscoe’s weight shifted as he toed out of his shoes. “I know that, Finn.” He winked, hands at his waistband. “But it doesn’t hurt, huh?”
    Shawn laughed, happily stretching among the spread and sheets that smelled like his lover while said lover shucked the rest of his clothes. He was insanely beautiful. His smooth skin glowed faintly in the muted lighting from below, like satin molded tight over sleek muscle. His cock jutted proud and long in front of him.
    And he was all Shawn’s.
    Roscoe circled to the side of the bed to open the bedside drawer. Lube and condoms were placed on the top of the nightstand.
    Shawn rolled onto his side. “Hey?”
    Roscoe raised an eyebrow at him.
    “Do we need the condoms?”
    “You tell me.” Roscoe knelt on