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burst across Derek’s taste buds. He moaned at the deep flavor and swept his tongue around his new lover’s mouth, wanting more. He felt Dillan slide his own tongue against Derek’s, tangling them together.
    Moaning into the other man’s mouth, Derek pushed harder. He pulled the other man’s tongue into his mouth and sucked the appendage, reveling in the combined flavors of man and coffee. The taste enflamed his blood, sending it roaring south to his prick. Hard as nails in seconds, Derek’s engorged cock throbbed almost painfully, soaking the front of his borrowed sweats with pre-cum as he battled aggressively for control of the kiss.
    Derek nipped at Dillan’s bottom lip. He sucked Dillan’s tongue. He released the appendage as he slid his hand from Dillan’s jaw into his hair. He tightened his grip on the short strands and tugged.
    Dillan grunted.
    Jerking back, ending the kiss, Derek stared at the man. He’d worried he’d hurt him, but seeing the passionate glaze over Dillan’s eyes eased his concern. Dillan was enjoying this just as much as Derek was.
    “Holy shit,” Derek whispered. “Never kissed anyone like that.”
    Dillan grinned, seeming to ignore how his head was kept at an odd angle by Derek’s hold. “You can kiss me like that anytime, handsome.”
    “Hell, yeah,” Derek growled.
    Derek began to lower his head to renew their passionate lip lock. Upon hearing the sound of a vehicle approaching, he paused and frowned. “Who?”
    “I made a few calls after we separated last night,” Dillan explained. “My godson and his husband stopped by around six this morning and picked up your keys. That’s probably them, bringing your vehicle here.” He cleared his throat and gave him a sheepish expression. “I was going to tell you, but we got a bit distracted.”
    “I liked the distraction,” Derek blurted out. Feeling his face heat, he released his hold on Dillan’s hair and straightened. “Uh, sorry.”
    Dillan released Derek’s jaw and straightened as well. “Don’t apologize for something we both enjoyed,” he chided softly. “Come on. Let’s get food cooking.”
    “Uh, I don’t suppose you have larger sweats or a shirt?” Derek asked, looking down at his erection tenting the fabric. He adjusted himself and cleared his throat. “Um, so they don’t, uh—” His face felt like it was on fire and he couldn’t finish his thought.
    Dillan nodded. “I washed your jeans and shirt. They’re in the back room there, if you want to change,” he said, pointing toward a room behind the kitchen.
    Derek nodded. “Thanks,” he said.
    He quickly strode through the kitchen and into what appeared to be a mud room. Seeing his clothes folded on the dryer, he picked up his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. He tucked his thumbs into his waistband and prepared to pull it over his erection and off, but the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.
    Looking to the right, Derek saw Dillan leaning against the counter. He had his arms crossed over his chest and he blatantly stared at Derek. Upon seeing Derek looking at him, Dillan grinned and lifted one brow.
    Derek recognized a challenge when he saw one. Dillan wanted to know if he’d strip in front of him. Narrowing his eyes, Derek held his gaze as he pushed the sweats down, kicking them off his feet.
    Dillan licked his lips, his gaze focused on Derek’s erection. Derek’s body responded instinctively to that look. He felt his cock twitch as a bead of pre-cum oozed from him. Derek ached to grab his erection and stroke himself to completion.
    “Oh, that is such a pretty, pretty sight,” Dillan rumbled just loud enough for Derek to hear. “I want to suck you like a lollipop, Derek. I bet your cum tastes better than your kisses.”
    Derek shuddered at Dillan’s words. He gripped his cock and jacked himself once, twice, unable to help himself. Need surged through him. Need to experience exactly what Dillan offered.
    Growling, Dillan pushed