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cock, but only to squeeze the base. He held it upright, a drop of precome glinting at the tip. “Yes.”
“Mmm.” Micah was breathless now, and Daniel was gratified to know he wasn’t the only one so affected by this. “Have you ever wanted it yourself? Wanted something hard and hot inside you?”
“I...” Daniel hesitated, swiping his tongue across his lower lip. “I have been. Fucked, I mean. Tabby, she... Well, we had a strap-on, so...”
“She pegged you? Fuck.” Micah didn’t seem upset by the idea. If anything, he sounded excited. “Did you like it?”
Daniel shivered and stroked his dick, once, nice and slow. “I loved it. The dildo was thick. Thicker than me. The stretch, it was...” He couldn’t find the words to describe it. Daniel let the button on the walkie-talkie go so he could stroke his cock again.
“It’s so good. I know.” Micah’s voice was shaky with want. “So full. So deep. And, then, when it hits your sweet spot just right...”
Daniel moaned and abandoned the walkie-talkie to grip his dick with both hands. He imagined Micah was there, in bed with him, skillful fingers playing with his balls and making him shudder.
“Are you touching yourself, Danny?”
It hurt to do it, but Daniel tore one hand away to snatch the walkie-talkie off the bed. “Yeah.”
“Do you wish it was me touching you right now?”
Daniel groaned. “Fuck, yes.”
“Tell me what you want to do to me.”
“I...” Daniel had to release his cock entirely or this was going to be over before it really got started. “I’ll put you on your hands and knees. I’ll open you up and put my cock inside you. Put my handprints all over you. Fuck you hard and make you come.”
It took a few seconds for Micah to reply, and Daniel imagined he was naked and touching himself too, maybe sprawled out on his plush couch, skin on full display, constellations of freckles waiting for Daniel’s tongue to discover them all.
“If you want that,” Micah said finally, “you know what you have to do. Beg me.”
Daniel fisted a hand in his hair, arching his back. He was on the verge of losing control already, unused to playing these sorts of games. It occurred to him maybe it would be better to draw it out some more, let the anticipation and desire consume him. But he wanted Micah too much to put off seeing him another second. “Please come up here. Come here, Micah, and let me touch you. Please.”
Micah appeared in the doorway less than a minute later. He was stripped bare, his pretty cock just as stiff as Daniel’s. He stood there, biting his lower lip as he took Daniel in. “So hot. Look at you.”
Daniel held out a hand. “Micah.”
He didn’t have to wait any longer than the time it took Micah to cross the room. Micah climbed between his thighs and slid his mouth over Daniel’s cock without preamble.
The sound that tore out of Daniel was close to a sob. “Ah, shit.” He gripped Micah’s fiery hair, battling between the conflicting urges to pull him off and push him down so he could get his cock in Micah’s throat. “Wait, wait. I’m gonna—”
Micah drew away so quickly the sensation was almost enough to set Daniel off. He hissed, hips jerking, as one of Micah’s hands cupped his balls, tugging them down.
“Oh God.” Daniel kept from coming, but it was a close thing.
Micah moved up his body to deliver a rough, fast kiss, and Daniel clutched at him, trying to mold their bodies together, cocks brushing, legs tangling. Micah felt so good, tasted so good. Like Daniel and precome and the peach margaritas they’d been drinking. Daniel rolled them until Micah’s back was to the mattress, his thighs spread wide.
“Fuck me,” Micah said, eyes half-lidded and hazy with lust. “Lube is in the drawer.”
Daniel reached over to dig out the bottle he’d used when fingering Micah the last time they fooled around. He pushed a few items aside, searching for a box of rubbers, before turning back to Micah. “Condoms?”
“I have some in the bathroom, I think. But I’m on PrEP, too, remember?”
Right. Their conversation from a couple of weeks ago, right after the New Year. Daniel hadn’t forgotten, exactly. His brain was just a little scrambled from the sight of Micah sprawled out beneath him, naked, asking to be fucked.
He shut the drawer and sat on his heels between Micah’s parted legs. “Sorry. Yeah, of course, I remember.”
“Don’t apologize.” Micah stared