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"Well, I'm hardly gonna complain about that now," Cormac teased at Jonathan's musing about knowing what he liked. The statement and the implied knowledge that came with it made him feel warm all over, his heart skipping fondly. He took another sip of the alcohol and had just set his glass down alongside Jonathan's when the older male suddenly took him by the hip and pulled him in close. A brief look of surprise registered on Cormac's features, but he then grinned as he realised what was happening. Jonathan's lips were on his a moment later, and Cormac kissed him back, sighs and moans soon slipping from him as the kiss deepened.

Barrett was positively delighted by Laurie’s reactions to him. His mind was in the gutter, his actions fueled solely by the desire pulsing through his veins. He wet his lips as he drew closer to the older man, inhaling the redolence of his cologne, the smell of the work day on his skin. Bear could just lean in and lick it right off of him, but there were certain things they needed to discuss first.

Laurie's heart continued thudding against his chest as he held Barrett's gaze. The predatory, hungry glint in the younger man's eyes made Laurie feel warm all over, his skin tingling and pulse racing. He gulped when asked if he was out of practice. Technically, he was, although this was far from his first rodeo with a man. Still, being the closeted married father that he was, Laurie couldn't indulge himself as much as his deepest, darkest cravings wanted. More was the pity, especially when men like Bear were eager to get a taste of him, as his comment about sinking his teeth into him showed.

Each sound of pleasure escaping his lips seemed to feed on her addiction of him. Athena set to work as she let his length fill up her mouth, adjusting the suction on his member together with the grip she has on the base of his shaft. His reactions was like a drug to her — addictive and made her crave for more. Her dark hues were trained on his face as she continued her ministrations, head bobbing up and down in long, wet strokes. Her tongue massaged the underside of his length as her mouth worked, fingers stroking in tandem. "You taste so good, Daddy." Lewd, wet sounds filled the space between them, her free hand roaming his powerful body. Every throb against her tongue meant she was doing something right and soon she let his cock hit the back of her throb, challenging her gag reflex. She came up for air, eyes slightly tearing, cheeks flushed. Still Athena didn't disappoint. Her tongue was stuck out, beating his hard cock on the flat of it as she looked up.

Miles loved being in control, but there were times when giving it up was far more rewarding, such as having Athena on her knees before him, eagerly sucking his dick. Miles simply couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of her, which on its own would’ve caused him to cum anyhow. But, truly, it was the sensations from her oral that had Miles grunting, moaning and tensing, everything from how she took his cock in long, wet strokes to the way her tongue ran his full length whilst his tip hit the back of her throat. Eventually, she had to break for air, her praise of how he tasted making Miles grin amidst the obvious strained expressions of pleasure and need that had taken over his face. Meeting her eyes again, just as she dragged her tongue along his glistening shaft, all Miles could do initially was groan, his head falling back. Still, he grinned again after a moment, returning his eyes to hers. “So good for me, Princess. Nobody’s ever blown me like you do, worshipped me like you do… you’re the best…” Fond as the words were, they had a huskiness about them from Miles’ tone, and then his lips curled into a smirk as he added, “You’re my perfect little whore.” 

At his words, Claire scrunched her nose for a moment. His insomnia was nothing new. It had often been the case that after a week of night shifts, they were awake together in the nightly hours. Or that she had been texting him non-stop whenever she was on shift because she was awake. And she knew that he would reply anyways.

"That makes sense," Darian said when Claire told him that she'd just gotten off the night shift. It brought back memories of nights when he'd be stuck in yet another bout of insomnia, and she'd come home from such shifts. The memories filled him with a fond feeling, though it soon turned to one of melancholy. The simple fact was that Claire was no longer beside him in bed, or at least not physically anyway. There was a huge difference between being able to curl up with someone and speaking to them over a video call.

There it was, that beautiful hole. So private, so close to him, but he had never been this daring before. His fingers grabbed tight to the cheeks, keeping them slightly apart so he could take a good look at the puckered skin, the soft shades and hues around that circle. He let the air out of his longs, a satisfied sigh before leaning over the view. Rainer collected saliva on his mouth and then let the spit dripple over the entrance, slowly wetting the area until he was done with the act. "Bend your knees a little. Move your ass up, like this. And keep your face down." He put a hand on Cormac's back, holding his upper body in place while guiding the hips up with a hand right under his lower belly, the tip of his fingers caressing the young man's pubes, feeling the warmth of the area. "That's a good boy." He whispered, struggling to contain his own urges. "Now, this is a special type of technique." He teased, moving to a better position on the other side of the bed where Cormac laid. He leaned forward until his face was buried between those cheeks, his hands caressing Cormac's thighs and the back of his knees while his tongue softly explored that crack, especially that tight hole he had just made it wet with his saliva.

For a few moments, Cormac lay there in anticipation, the grip still firm on his ass cheeks but with the younger male entirely unaware of what his elder was going to do. And then Cormac heard a slight sound from Rainer's mouth, and a moment later cool spit dropped down onto his hole. The sudden, wet sensation made Cormac moan, his dick twitching, with more such sounds following as Rainer continued depositing saliva down onto him. The younger man couldn't help but writhe and tense, whimpering and moaning still, whilst Rainer teased his hole, smearing the spit over his puckered entrance. With how hot and horny he'd already become, Cormac obeyed without question when Rainer pulled and commanded him into place, his naked figure swiftly bent into position with his ass up. Being called a good boy whilst being touched so intimately was the cherry on top for Cormac, who whimpered and gasped, his breathing heavy already, his moans shaky and cock aching. "Y... yes, D... daddy..." he managed to get out, right as Rainer caressed his thighs. A mere moment later, the older man leaned in and buried his face against Cormac's crack, his tongue working against his hole and dragging the length of that crevice between his ass cheeks, the sudden but intoxicating contact, the feeling of the wet tongue, already making Cormac moan loudly and shudder beneath Rainer.

"You could spoil me." Melissa said simply bringing the glass of wine to her lips for another sip. "It just doesn't have to be that expensive." She added shortly after, not giving him enough time to say something back. Maybe it wasn't that she didn't want to be spoiled, but rather that she felt things were divided unfairly, there was no way she could do the same for him as he wanted to do for her, and maybe it was wrong for Melissa to attempt to restrain him on such matters but it felt safer like that. "I don't want this to become a thing we fight about, maybe we can find middle ground?" She asked as her hand searched for his on top of the table, wrapping around his.

Joe knew Melissa wasn't going to budge from her position, and he was fine with that. Wealth made him appreciate the finer things in life, but financial security also made him more zen and mellow than he had been when building his app. So, when Melissa asked if they could find middle ground, Joe simply smiled and shrugged. "I'm fine with that, babe," he replied, squeezing her hand affectionately after she'd linked their fingers together. "I'll spoil you sometimes..." he continued. "But like a normal boyfriend with a normal job... and quite often not with gifts bought with money, either."

FELIX: Is that a wish or a command, sir?

Felix's use of the term 'sir' in his text made Matteo smirk. There was no denying that Felix wanted exactly what Matteo wanted too. It was now just a question of when they'd finally get to hooking up. Instinctively, Matteo fired back a text reading:

A low yet unmistakable growl slipped from Declan when Paloma softly bit down on his lip, his eyes darkened with lust as their gazes met. She stood up from his lap and reached out for him. Declan took her hand and stood too, following her as she guided them towards her bedroom, raking his gaze up and down her figure all the while. She pushed him onto her bed once they were inside, a gesture that drew a brief gasp of surprise but then a laugh from Declan, a grin shooting across his features before he saw her beginning to undo her dress. The dark look of lust instantly returned, and again he blatantly admired her, drinking in the sight of her newly exposed figure as she slinked towards him.

There was something about him that never failed to turn her on. Even his voice was enough to keep her aroused for hours on end, and she couldn’t remember how she managed to focus on guarding him back when she was still his bodyguard. The Italian accent, used to speak fluent English, was enough to undo her, and she whimpered at the praise he easily gave her. Something that he rarely, if ever, gave anyone else. Selina watched him as he began to touch himself, his hand pumping his own cock and causing several thick drops of his pre-cum to fly out of his tip.

Enzo smirked when those drops of pre-cum suddenly flew from his tip to land on his wife's face and lips, the sight inspiring another low growl to come from the back of his throat. He said nothing, but he knew Selina enjoyed it, even if it paled in comparison to how much he'd shoot onto her face when he came properly. His eyes remained fixed on her as she scooted forward to then start nuzzling his low-hanging balls. The sight and sensation of it drew another growl from Enzo, the sounds becoming louder when she took one sac into her mouth and started sucking.

Domenico nodded quickly, enthusiasm underlying the expression. "Fuck, yeah I am, mistress. So much," he replied, a desperate need about his tone. If his words didn't express it then the stiff erectness of his cock certainly did, pre-cum already glistening from the tip. Even when she told him that his cock wasn't for his pleasure tonight, a sharpness about her words, Domenico wasn't thrown off. In fact, he loved it. Her mood added to the allure, making him want to please her and do exactly what she said. "Yes, mistress. I understand," he told her, a gasp and then a moan following as he felt her straddle him. More such sounds followed when she took hold of his cock and guided him to her entrance, his moans and whimpers becoming louder as she sank down onto him. Still, despite how intoxicating sinking into her warmth was, Domenico still paid attention to what she said. Again, he nodded eagerly. "Yes... mistress, fuck!" he gasped, already obviously affected by being buried inside her. "I'll... I'll be such a good... boy," he added, more moans and gasps following as she started riding his cock. Deep down, he knew it'd be so hard to hold off from finishing inside her, but above all else, Domenico wanted to please his domme with every fibre of his being.