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gagged.
    “You don’t have to do that,” Warrick said, craning his neck to meet Leon’s gaze.
    Leon shrugged as he pulled off, bringing up his hand to stroke Warrick’s erection. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”
    Warrick’s chuckle was warm and lodged somewhere deep within Leon’s chest. “I guess not.”
    Leon shook his head and kissed his way up Warrick’s body, losing himself in another series of slow, languorous kisses. Large hands slid into his trunks, cupped his ass, and slid lower to tease his crack. Then Warrick deftly pushed down the back before pulling the front of Leon’s underwear out and over his erection, and Leon’s cock hit Warrick’s torso with a fleshy slap.
    “Hmm, what’s that, then?” Warrick asked.
    “You know exactly what that is,” Leon murmured against Warrick’s lips, and then gasped as a finger swirled over his cockhead, and again when his lover brought the finger to his lips and licked off Leon’s sticky precum.
    With a long, appreciative “hmmm,” Warrick flipped Leon onto his back and all but dove onto Leon’s cock, one hand holding Leon in place and the other teasing his balls and sliding down lower to the opening beneath.
    Leon writhed on the bed, torn between pushing deeper into the moist heat of Warrick’s mouth or back against the finger nudging his ass. Then, just as he was about to go mad from indecision, both the mouth and the finger were gone.
    “Warrick,” Leon whined.
    “Lube?”
    Leon reached out and fumbled with the top drawer of his nightstand. “Here,” he said, pulling out a small tube and a strip of foil packets. He sank back into the pillows, every fiber of his body taut with anticipation as he heard the bed creak and felt Warrick’s weight shift above him. The bed dipped, the cap of the lubricant tube opened with an audible snap, and Leon fancied he could hear the hiss of air rushing back into it after a generous glob was dispensed. Then he heard the crinkle of foil and a cold slickness was spreading into his most intimate of places, causing him to flinch.
    “Sorry,” Warrick’s voice came softly from somewhere above him. “Too fast?”
    “No, just… cold,” Leon said, pushing back slightly.
    “Okay,” Warrick said. “Just let me know if you need me to slow down.”
    And that was the last bit of conversation Leon processed coherently as Warrick’s fingers slid into him, surprisingly deft and gentle for their size. A longing ache spread through his body, warm and urgent, making his nerves sing with every twitch of the fingertips within. Then Warrick’s tongue snaked out and lapped gently at the underside of his cockhead, running around the flared ridge before Warrick swallowed him down, fingers curling just enough to hit the spot inside that always turned him into a sputtering mess. For a time that was both too brief and a blissful eternity, all he felt was the heat and tightness of Warrick’s mouth and the surge of pleasure each time Warrick grazed against his prostate. Too soon he felt himself stiffen in Warrick’s mouth and became aware of his fingers gripping the other man’s head.
    “Warrick,” he groaned, “I’m—”
    The fingers withdrew, and he felt one of his hands being firmly but gently removed from Warrick’s scalp. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” Warrick asked, his eyes glinting as they met Leon’s bewildered gaze. Absently, Warrick snagged a string of precum before it could fall from Leon’s cock to his belly and sighed with happiness as he licked it from his finger. “You know, I can’t decide if I want to ride you or slide into you.”
    Leon grabbed his lover’s hand before Warrick could complete another tasting and brought Warrick’s fingers to his own mouth, tasting himself as he suckled gently, watching Warrick’s eyes carefully as he did. “Well, both sound… delicious,” he said, guiding Warrick’s hand back to his own rampant cock, “but given that I’m already all lubed, relaxed,