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the ceiling. A blinding, blistering energy raced up and down his spine at light speed, finally bursting out of him in consciousness-stealing waves, each building on the last. He thrust upward and held his cock deep in John’s mouth, letting it bathe in its own hot cum. He was vaguely aware that someone, somewhere, was screaming, and that it might be himself.
    John released him just long enough to swallow. Then he took Fergus in his mouth again and gently milked him dry, an act that somehow lengthened and deepened his orgasm.
    Fergus’s limbs gave a few final twitches, then went slack. Finally he let his hands drop from the pillow and looked at the clock. It was 11:55.
    John lay down beside him again. Before he could say a word, Fergus pulled him close and kissed him, relishing his own taste on John’s tongue. When he stopped to breathe, Fergus said, “That was…you are…I mean, my God, I just…you…”
    John merely smiled, then planted a languid kiss on Fergus’s cheek.
    As his breath slowed, Fergus trailed his fingertips over John’s waist, pondering how to blow his mind in return. “It would be a travesty to try to replicate that magnificence. But I’ve a few ideas of my own.”
    John’s eyes lit up. “Yaldy.”
    Fergus guided John to perch at the edge of the bed, feet on the floor, then sat behind him, one leg on either side. When Fergus’s still-sensitive cock met the warm, bare skin of John’s back, his breath stopped again. For a moment, all he could do was press his lips to John’s hair and wait for the sensation to pass. “God, I’m still feeling it. You’re fucking incredible, you know that?” He collected a bit of lube, then, wrapping his arms around John from behind, he briskly rubbed his palms together.
    “Oh,” John said, a moment before Fergus took his cock in both hands. “Oh!” His head snapped back against Fergus’s shoulder.
    Fergus was determined to make this last. He varied his strokes, sometimes using only his palms or his fingertips, drawing them up John’s shaft, one hand after the other. Each time John’s breath began to hitch or his thighs began to quiver, Fergus lightened or even removed his touch, letting John retreat from the edge, his steel-stiff cock straining with need. Each time, he heard John bite back words of begging, though his cries grew more anguished as Fergus circled the pads of his fingers over the hard, tight nubs of his nipples.
    Finally Fergus reached lower to cup John’s balls. He massaged the rough skin with his fingertips and the twin bulges with his thumb until John was writhing in his arms and lifting his hips off the edge of the bed.
    “Please…” he panted. “Make me come.”
    Fergus nipped at his ear. “But you made me wait an hour.”
    John whimpered. “Be a…better man…than me.”
    Fergus wrapped his hand around John’s thick cock, firmly this time, then began the swift, sure strokes he knew would make him explode.
    “Aye! God, don’t stop. Please. Please…ohhhh.” John’s fingers clutched Fergus’s thighs so tight, they were sure to leave bruises. His entire body began to quake, harder and harder, before going suddenly rigid. When Fergus felt John’s balls pulsate in his palm, he leaned back, holding John steady so that the thick shower of cum would drench his chest and abs. Fergus’s mouth watered at the sight, and he couldn’t wait to lick those smooth muscles clean.
    In the aftershock spasms, John’s body tautened, then finally went limp in Fergus’s arms. He let out a long, deep sigh. “Fuck…I may never move again.”
    Fergus drew his middle finger through a rivulet of cum before it could drip onto the sheets, then slid it into his mouth. “Mmm. Luckily, you don’t have to.”
    John stirred, his hair tickling Fergus’s chin. “What do you mean?”
    “You can stay if you want.” He swiped up a few more drops, thirsty for every taste of this man.
    John tensed against him. “What, spend the night?”
    Fergus