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dragging his pants off his hips. Just as Xavier was about to take Porter’s head between his hands and guide him to the main event, Porter wrapped a hand around the base of Xavier’s cock and slid the tip between his lips.
    Fuck. That first contact. That wet. That warmth. That soft squeezing embrace of lips. That fucking maddening rubbing of a muscular, velvet tongue.
    Then, yes. Jesus Christ. Porter making an honest effort to take him deep in his mouth. That sweet slide back over the firm press of tongue. But he was barely a few inches in, and there was that spasm as Porter gagged on his dick. That torment of suddenly popping free of the thrilling, even comforting wet heat of a man´s mouth.
    “First time?”
    “ First time with a fucking horse cock in my mouth, yeah,” Porter joked. But Xavier was pretty sure he was just putting on an act of bravado.
    “ It’s okay. Take your time. Sword swallowing isn’t mastered in a day.”
    He loved teasing them. Pulling the rug of self-assurance out from under his conquests. Not sadism. He was sure. Almost. It was more about how, the more quickly you wore away a man’s mask of self-assurance, the sooner you got to see the real face underneath. And he was pretty sure he was going to like Porter’s face.
    James.
    “ Here.”
    He took his cock in one hand, and cupped James’s chin in the other, and brushed his cockhead—fuck it was engorged and dark with need—against his lips. Meat against meat, pushing at that luscious flesh, distorting the shape of his mouth before nudging his lips open and pushing his way inside.
    “Suck. Like a baby nursing.”
    Compliant. Willing. Another honest effort.
    This always happened. Even with experienced men. Even men with a reputation for their talent for sucking cock. Whenever he was buried in a man’s mouth, he longed for Dario, who lingered in Xavier’s imagination not for the longevity or density of their amistad —several affairs had lasted longer and been more dense in their frequency—but for the consuming intensity of their encounters.
    But this was a different pleasure. Because James was the type of man who liked control. And at this moment, he had none. Zero. Because Xavier had out-alphaed the alpha. And because the alpha was new at this other role. Inexperienced. Awkward.
    “Look at me while you suck me, James.”
    Yes. That flame in his beautiful eyes burning like a barn on fire.
    Sliding his hands around to the back of James’s head, Xavier drove his cock between his lips, watched the flare of alarm ignite in his eyes, waited for the convulsive spasm of the other’s throat around the head of his cock, and pulled back just enough to let him recover, then started fucking his mouth. Slow and shallow. But it was enough to keep the alarm sparking in his gaze, still obediently turned up to him like a supplicant in prayer.
    “ I want to come while you’re doing that. On your knees, eating me, almost choking on me. I want to watch your face when I fill your mouth with my come.”
    He drew back and his cock bobbed free of James’s lips. He sighed at the sight of his meat, ruddy and turgid and wet with James’s spit, a glistening string of saliva stretching between them for a second before it collapsed against James’s chin. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
    “But that’ll have to wait. Because now, I’m going to fuck you.”
    He watched the surge of that bright flare in his eyes, then caught James under his arm and hoisted him to his feet. Kissed his swollen lips. Tasted his tongue. Fuck, he loved kissing a man tasting of his cock.
    “Unless you don’t want me to.” He couldn’t resist grinning.
    James didn’t smile. But he held his gaze. And he didn’t say no.
    “Do you want me to fuck you?”
    “ I’m just…”
    “ What?”
    “ I don’t usually…”
    “ Bottom?”
    “ Yeah.”
    Xavier grinned. “James. Are you a virgin?”
    James’s adorable half smile embellished with that one dimple.