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the cummerbund. He could already feel trembling beneath the dress shirt’s fabric.
    “I’ll probably, eventually, sodomize you,” Charlie said, keeping the words quiet and calm.
    Jake’s eyes visibly widened, but he also nodded, twice.
    With his free hand, Charlie delved further into Jake’s trousers, sliding fingertips along Jake’s tightened balls through the muslin of his drawers. Then he measured out Jake’s cock with his hand the way he’d considered doing for years. As he’d thought, impressive.
    “Right now, I think I’ll settle for sucking until you spend,” Charlie told Jake. “In my mouth, mind you. Every bit.”
    This time, Jake’s nodding verged on frantic. Charlie smiled at Jake, leaned forward, and slowly confirmed Jake’s measurements with his tongue.
    The noises Charlie made as he enjoyed himself might have been mistaken for lapping pool water, but the creak from the chaise longue a minute or two later was unmistakably Jake tightening his grip. Small signals of scent and touch told Charlie that Jake’s climax was approaching.
    Leaning back once more, Charlie said, “Lovely, but this angle is terrible. Sit down.” He was pleased when Jake managed to obey.
    When Charlie knelt between Jake’s legs once more, he was done with leisure. He opened his mouth, tucked his lips over his teeth, and relentlessly claimed what was in front of him. As he worked his mouthful with suction and tongue, Charlie put a hand on each of Jake’s hips to make clear exactly what was expected.
    The sex wasn’t gentle, but Jake was desperately willing. He managed to keep quiet but only in theory; his breathing came in needy, ragged gasps and fabric slid on fabric as his hips worked. When he came, Jake had to choke back guttural noises all the time he spent. Then he sagged forward, almost draping himself over Charlie.
    This position was graceless, awkward to the edge of discomfort. Even so, Charlie blinked back a momentary stinging in his eyes to which he would never admit. Instead he reached out to firmly stroke his hands across Jake’s suit jacket, along the small of Jake’s back, until he felt the shudders beneath his fingers stilling. Then Charlie freed himself from the near embrace, leaned back onto his heels, and stretched his jaw. This view of a dissipated Jake was exquisite.
    For a few, heated seconds Charlie considered rolling Jake over on the chaise longue and hauling those dress trousers out of the way, but common sense reasserted itself. Instead, Charlie stood up, shifted the silk of his own cummerbund, and undid his fly. Working his cock free, he fisted himself a few times. Good Lord, he was close.
    At some point during all of this, Jake had sat up straight. Now he was watching intently. As Charlie tried thumbing the tip of his cock, Jake licked his lips before saying, “I…”
    Jake bit off the rest of his words, but Charlie smiled and nodded for him to continue.
    His voice rough and dark, Jake said, “I can try. I mean, I’ve already--”
    “Oh, yes,” Charlie told him, stepping closer. “Try. Do.”
    Taking a deep breath, Jake leaned in. As heat and wetness blessedly, if awkwardly, closed around him, Charlie tapped Jake’s distending cheek with a forefinger. Somehow he managed to say, voice hoarse, “Don’t swallow. Later. You can impress me later.” Then Charlie carefully, briefly fucked Jake’s mouth, his grip both as gentle and as firm as he could make it.
    Inexperienced but promising, so very promising, was Charlie’s assessment later. At the time, all he could think about was how Jake’s mouth felt, and the sounds and the scent of what they were doing. He nearly didn’t pull out soon enough, and Jake almost didn’t let him go. There was a slightly sloppy interval that ended with Charlie spending while both his own hands and Jake’s were entangled awkwardly around Charlie’s cock. Somehow he left spunk on both Jake’s shirt and skin. It only made Jake’s eyes widen and look