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inching closer.

Alexander lifted his head and their lips collided. His body surged under Logan, arching into him, and Logan froze in surprise. But only for a second, and then he was moving against Alexander, bracing the man in his arms as their lips parted and their tongues danced.

Alexander tasted warm and faintly of toothpaste, and his low hum vibrated deep in his chest.

Logan pulled back and stared at Alexander in wonder. “I might be in trouble.”

Logan dragged his thumb down Alexander’s shoulder, reveling in the goosebumps that followed in his wake. “How do we . . .?”

Alexander bit his lip, eyes dancing. “I’m clean. I haven’t had sex since my last test.”

“Me too.” Logan kissed him again. “Tell me, darlin’.”

“Your mouth around me, that way you’re not drawling.”

Logan bit back a grin. “I’m not what?”

“Drooling. You’ve been staring at me like you want to suck me all day.”

Logan felt each word like a stroke to his cock. He spoke in Alexander’s ear. “I want to hear more about how I’ve been staring at you.”

Logan teased Alexander with nibbling kisses. His fingers wrapped around Alexander’s watch and he thrust his tongue deep into Alexander, the way he wanted Alexander to let go and thrust into him.

“Please.”

Logan smiled against Alexander’s lips, and he shimmied down, nipping and licking and kissing Alexander’s smooth chest, his stomach, the straining tip of his tented underwear.

Alexander shivered with arousal and yanked his blue boxer-shorts to his thighs, freeing his engorged cock. Logan tugged his own throbbing one, watching, and then batted Alexander away. He shoved Alexander’s underwear to his ankles and freed his feet. He didn’t want a scrap of material constricting Alexander.

God the man was a sight.

Logan didn’t know where to start.

He knelt between Alexander’s parted legs, cupped his tight round ass, and stared at the plum-headed tip of Alexander’s cock. He’d never been so close to one that wasn’t his own.

Logan’s cock throbbed at the thought of devouring it. Of Alexander crying out with the intense pleasure of it.

Logan needed it to be good.

He hesitated.

Alexander rose up on his elbows, gaze hooded. “Should I . . . give you instructions?”

Logan tentatively gripped Alexander’s shaft. He pumped slowly and Alexander dropped his head back with a gasp.

Logan swallowed. “I hope ya grab my hair and fuck my face and shoot that load down my throat.”

Alexander groaned, and Logan was fairly sure it was mostly in lust. “Stop drooling already.”

Logan spat on his palm and pumped Alexander again. And wow, how Alexander thrashed and squirmed, nothing neat or tidy about him under Logan’s ministrations. Logan squeezed the base of his rigid shaft and flicked his tongue over Alexander’s tight, salty tip.

Alexander watched him, flushed, lips parted, and Logan pushed any last insecurities away, sucking Alexander into his mouth.

“God.”

Alexander’s ass clenched in Logan’s hands as he fought not to buck, and Logan drew off him just long enough to tell him he could thrust.

Logan sucked and was rewarded by the gentle snapping of Alexander’s hips, that silken shaft gliding over his tongue.

“Fair warning, I won’t last long.” Alexander cleared his throat. “It’s been so long since anyone touched me . . . since anyone wanted to.”

Alexander’s glazed eyes said he wasn’t aware of how intensely those words wrenched Logan’s stomach. How on Earth did this man have no friends? Unless he scared them all off with his conservative kink?

Logan squeezed Alexander’s ass gently, and any hint of MAGA Logan disappeared. He pinned his eyes on Alexander’s. “I really fucking want to.”

He took Alexander back into his mouth, and Alexander resumed arching, wriggling, thrashing for more. The sheer honesty of it had Logan’s cock pulsing. At this rate he might come before Alexander.

“More pressure at the tip, pump the base,” Alexander directed and his body wracked with a shudder. “Twist—swirl tongue, and suck hard. Harder. God yes.”

Alexander directed him exactly how he liked it, and Logan loved the transparency.

Alexander spiraled. He jerked his hips harder, cock faster and faster over Logan’s tongue. “Ridiculously good. Life . . . is so . . . cruel.”

Alexander croaked and his body stilled as his orgasm ripped through him, filling Logan’s mouth. A salty experience. Hot. Logan swallowed, holding over him until Alexander had experienced every last wave.

He eased off, expecting to take himself in hand, but Alexander shoved him over and crawled on top of him. Alexander’s relaxed, sleepy, sparkly eyes met his.

Logan gulped, trying not to rut against his leg. “Was that, um, not bad?”

Alexander dipped to his ear and