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him, then turn him around and finger-fuck him while he sucked him off. He wanted to watch August leaning against the counter, gripping the edges for dear life while his knees tried to shake out from under him, and—oh, yeah, that was what he wanted. Definitely what he wanted. And he was getting seriously close to the part where he came in him first.

“Don’t you dare come,” he growled in August’s ear even as he thrust faster. “Get your hand off your dick.”

To his surprise, August not only obeyed, he went a little limp against him, as if the commands had liquefied him. Was that all he had to do to get August to listen to him? Make sure he was balls deep in him first?

He’d remember that for next time.

For now…

“Oh God,” he panted in August’s ear. He was so close, almost there, so, so close, and—

Then he bit that tender spot he’d already bitten once, and August’s cry of both pain and pleasure was all he needed. He grunted and forced himself as deep as August could take him, and his hips jerked and his whole body trembled as he came.

They were both still for a few seconds, breathing hard and shaking.

Then Ricardo pulled out. His knees were still shaking, but he didn’t care. He turned August around and pushed him back up against the counter. August moved in like he was expecting a kiss, but instead, Ricardo went to his knees. Before August could even find his breath, Ricardo took his cock in his mouth at the same time he roughly pushed two fingers into his cum-slicked hole.

“Oh, wow…” August grabbed a handful of Ricardo’s hair and held on painfully tight. He rocked his hips, fucking himself on Ricardo’s hand and pushing his cock through Ricardo’s fist and lips. “Can… Am I still not…” He shivered. “Can I come or not?”

Ooh, so he really did take that seriously. Good to know.

Ricardo didn’t want to stop what he was doing, so he just did it more, hoping that and his muffled moan were all the yes August needed. Whether it was or not, August was definitely getting close—his breathing was rapid and sharp, his legs trembling, and his cock was iron-hard on Ricardo’s tongue. Ricardo finger-fucked him faster, pumped him harder, and August’s knees nearly buckled as he mumbled “I’m gonna… I’m… Oh, fuck, just like that.” Ricardo crooked his fingers inside August’s ass, and August sucked in a breath as his entire body tensed all over. “Gonna… Gonna come. Fuck.” He jerked so hard it was a wonder he didn’t lose his balance, and he shot cum across Ricardo’s tongue.

When Ricardo stood, August was still shaking, and he looked dazed.

“You know…” He put a hand on August’s waist. “I’d have done that sooner if I’d known it would shut you up.”

August grinned, and some of that wicked smugness returned to his eyes. “All this,” he panted, “because you didn’t want to tell me why Pedro Silva hates you?”

Ricardo laughed. He grabbed August’s throat again, and just before their lips met, he growled, “Shut up.”

Chapter 16

Afterglow, August decided quickly, was not to be wasted on countertops. Seriously, his bathroom was nice given that it was hidden in the basement of a meth lab, but he wasn’t going to waste the best endorphin rush of his week—month—possibly decade—on cold marble and tile. He dragged Ricardo out of the bathroom and onto the bed, not bothering to cover them up—he was sticky with sweat, and besides, he wanted to get a better look.

Actually…

“Get off.”

“Just did, thanks,” August replied cheekily, settling his head on Ricardo’s chest. “I wouldn’t say no to a second round once we’ve caught our breath, though.”

He didn’t even have to see Ricardo’s face to know he was rolling his eyes. A broad hand found his shoulder and pulled him in a little closer, though, so he couldn’t have been that annoyed. He rubbed his feet along Ricardo’s shins absently as Ricardo said, “I’m not young enough for a second round anytime soon.”

“Who says you have to get off too?”

To August’s surprise, Ricardo shrugged. “Good point. But—” he reached down and stroked a hand over August’s groin, where everything was resolutely in recovery mode “—I don’t think I have anything to do quite yet.”

“Maybe I like starting early,” August replied, just to be a little shit. In reality, his heartrate hadn’t even gotten back to normal yet—lying here on the bed with the guy he’d fantasized about, and