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Paulo held position, though, so Preston rewarded him with a light flick of his tongue to the dark
head of Paulo s dick. Paulo seemed to have stopped breathing.
Savoring the feeling of power, Preston alternated long, broad licks around Paulo s groin and
thighs with the softest of touches to his dick and balls. He kept it up until his back started
protesting and Paulo was making little grunts that bespoke less pleasure than a fear of coming
too soon.
"Over," Preston said, pleased his voice didn t shake. He was hard, but not urgently so, and
wanted to keep playing.
Paulo turned slowly, waiting on his hands and knees for instructions.
"Face down, and spread as wide as you can."
Paulo obeyed.
"Use your hands if you have to," Preston said as soon as Paulo had spread enough to show his
dark, hairless hole. Paulo s fingers slid around to grab his cheeks and pull them farther apart,
opening the little hole even farther. His balls were a tantalizing pendulum, pulling the skin of his
perineum taut and smooth. The scent of Paulo s groin was darker here, almost burnt-smelling,
and it worked like tinder on Preston s senses.
Preston had planned to rim Paulo, drive him insane with something he d never done for Paulo
before, but in that split second before his lips made contact, he diverted them to that sweet ridge
of flesh that covered Paulo s hidden gland. He bathed the area with his tongue until Paulo was
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panting into the pillow, sucking and blowing air like a sprinter. Preston hated to interrupt what he
was doing to slick up his finger, so he wet it in his mouth instead, even getting a tiny rush from
his own suction. His arousal was building, blossoming, but he could wait. Even more than a belt-
whipping, his actions had Paulo in thrall, and Preston was high on it. He loved topping, but he
seldom flew with it. He was close to flying now.
He pulled his finger out of his mouth and ran it up Paulo s trench to his furled pucker, driving it
deep without warning or ceremony.
Paulo hollered into the pillow, and Preston grinned. That finger was their only point of contact,
and he made the most of it, twisting, curling, rubbing the satiny walls of Paulo s ass from the
inside, tugging at his hole with the crook of it, all the while avoiding Paulo s gland.
He started to speak, softly enough that Paulo would have to be very still, breathe very quietly, to
hear him. He didn t doubt his sub would do whatever it took to hear his every syllable. This was
better than rope, honestly. "You feel my finger, boy? Feel it exploring you, taking you? Your ass
is mine, isn t it? Mine to tease with this one finger all night while your balls turn blue and your
cock sobs for a touch. I could do this all night, and I might. Are you on the edge? Are your balls
tight? You want my prick, Paulo, want me to fuck you? I can tell you do. You want it so much
you re thinking of breaking position to take what you want. You re almost there, aren t you? But
my collar won t let you, will it? It s heavy on the back of your neck, isn t it? Keeping you down,
keeping you still, keeping you mine."
Preston paused for breath. Paulo s neck and shoulders were flushed, and his wide-spread thighs
were quivering, just a bit, just enough to spur Preston to his next move. There was a glimmer of
sweat in the hollow of Paulo s back, just above his crack, and Preston couldn t resist resting his
face there and breathing in the smell of aroused, desperate Paulo. He rubbed the slick dip with
his cheek, dragging his whiskers over the sweaty skin, marking and scenting all at once. Preston
hadn t ever felt this animalistic before. Somewhere inside, he took flight. He soared on a thermal
of shared desire, and stopped thinking. Paulo was groaning and shuddering as Preston dragged
his face across Paulo s ass. Preston drew back after every pass to watch the faint whisker burns
fade.
In and out, he fucked Paulo with that single finger, and in and out, Paulo s breath chugged like a
locomotive. Still in flight, Preston sensed it was time to push things further. Moving lower, he
curled his finger and nailed Paulo s gland at the same moment as he drilled his tongue into the
fleshy taint, that magical, unsung place between balls and hole, squeezing the pleasure point
between the finger inside and the tongue outside.
The noise Paulo made was inhuman, and it drove Preston to withdraw his tongue and replace it
with his teeth. He fastened on to the flesh of Paulo s perineum and gnawed like a beast, not hard,
but from the way Paulo started to writhe and lose position, effective. He eased off and nibbled
the skin, stretching and nipping, replacing deep with sharp, then soothing with his lips and
tongue. Paulo s reaction was mesmerizing. Jerking, flexing, he lifted his head and crowed,
calling to whatever part of Preston was flying, joining his wild flight. He came, flying like that,
then plummeting, and Preston caught him, eased him down with hands and words. How to touch
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and what to say came without thought, worked without trying. Like a pair of feathers settling on
a pond, they drifted, Paulo on his face, flattened under Preston, who was still hard.
Many harsh breaths later, Preston felt Paulo wriggle under him, angling for a fuck. "For me?"
Preston murmured into the sweaty curls behind Paulo s ear.
"Ungh," said Paulo.
Preston didn t change position, simply let Paulo shift and grind until his hole captured the tip of
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