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tracked down to Jihu’s cock—“I’m not sure you’re any smaller there.”
    Jihu knew he was, but not by much, and considering his height, or lack thereof, his cock seemed bigger than it would have on someone like Gilbert. “It’s enough.”
    “More than,” Gilbert corrected as he ran a finger from the base to the underside of Jihu’s dick. “I do want to feel this in my mouth before I take you.”
    “Oh-okay,” Jihu gasped out, his dick leaping at the idea. “I want that too.” He reached for Gilbert’s cock. Jihu’s finger and thumb didn’t quite meet at the base, and the middle of Gilbert’s curved dick was even thicker, then it tapered to the underside of a broad, flaring head. “Oh man, I want…everything,” he sighed.
    “You can have it,” Gilbert told him. He moved back and sat on the bed, taking himself from Jihu’s hands. “But turn around, let me just make sure you’re as okay as you seem. Plus, I really want to look at your little butt.” His eyes held that devilish gleam and Jihu could deny him nothing then.
    He turned, nervous about the view he’d be giving Gilbert. Jihu was aware his backside wasn’t round and ‘out there’, but he was taut and—“Ohhh.” Jihu pushed back into the hands rubbing his bottom.
    “Perfect,” Gilbert purred. “You have a perfect ass, baby. Nothing but muscle and firm, gripping heat.” He ran his thumbs down Jihu’s crack and Jihu’s breath stuttered from his lungs. “Yeah, baby. I want in here, but you tell me if you want me to stop and I will.”
    “I don’t,” Jihu squeaked out, so desperate and needy he could hardly talk. “Touch me there.”
    “Where?” Gilbert asked as he traced his crease again. “Tell me. I like hearing the words. Makes me hot.”
    Jihu doubted Gilbert could get any hotter than he already was, but he would do as his mate asked. Even if it made him embarrassed. Jihu wasn’t used to having such needs, much less voicing them. “My…my butt hole. Touch me there.”
    His mortification was washed away by a flood of want as Gilbert parted his cheeks, and rather than use his fingers, slid his wet tongue over Jihu’s opening. “Ah! Gilbert!” Jihu’s legs wobbled and his balls drew tight. His nipples, something he’d never paid attention to, actually ached and he looked down to see them erect, hard, like his leaking cock.
    Gilbert growled against his ass hole and lapped at it again. Jihu’s knees gave out. Only Gilbert’s arm around his waist kept Jihu upright. Then the world was tilting, blurring as he was spun around and bent over the bed.
    “Just stay right like this,” Gilbert murmured, running his hands from Jihu’s shoulders to his flanks. “Unless it’ll be easier on your knees.”
    Jihu let himself relax in the vulnerable position. He was still on his feet, bent low so that his chest was almost on the bed. He went ahead and eased the rest of the way down, kneeling instead to take the pressure off his lower back—and in case his legs went out on him.
    “God, you look so fucking gorgeous, so—please don’t get pissed, okay?” Gilbert kissed the ridges of his spine. “So delicate and still masculine. You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of someone so perfect.”
    Jihu wasn’t sure how he felt about the ‘delicate’ part, but it was probably a lot better than scrawny, which was how he thought of himself.
    “You look like you’ve been pared down to the core of your strength, your body tough, sinewy, sexy,” Gilbert continued. Then he wasn’t talking, was instead opening Jihu’s ass and rimming him as if he was starving for it.
    Jihu was, and he’d never known it. Each lick made his cock leak, and he whimpered as he pushed back, needing more. “G-Gilbert, please, d-do something,” he begged when Gilbert scraped his teeth over the furled skin.
    Gilbert did something already, sucking the aperture.
    “Ah! Damn!” Jihu clawed at the bed, arching and pushing and shivering all at once.