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enough, it felt good to turn Nick on, to
    get a professional sex worker excited. He shook his head, tried to focus on the task at hand (as it were), and changed his grip on the dildo. God, he was glad he hadn’t picked the steel one.
    That would be cold now. Sometimes he’d put it in warm water
    because the heat and the slick power of it . . . He focused on Nick’s bulge, took the dildo, and positioned it.
    Would Nick be larger than this? Certainly more human.
    As he pressed, the dildo opened him beautifully, and Spencer
    couldn’t help the groan at the stretch. He licked his lips, tried to get more comfortable, then slowly pushed the toy deeper,
    getting used to being filled and ful , body tightening up
    against the invasion. He sometimes pretended he was being
    forced, and pushed in hard enough to hurt, but right now, he
    was in a weirdly mellow, receptive mood, no doubt because
    somebody was watching him. And Nick was. Never turned
    away, never unfocused, never spaced out; he just stood there,
    lips curled in a slight smile, amused, cocky, and watched every movement.
    Spencer remembered to breathe. “Am I . . . am I supposed
    to come or . . .”
    “Just go on. I’m here.”
    No doubt. Spencer concentrated on the pleasure, ignoring
    that it was his own hand doing this, and just enjoyed the soft, insistent slide, the pressure against his muscles and sweet spot.
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    His erection was completely gone, but the other pleasure was
    so much sweeter.
    A familiar sound grabbed at the edges of his attention.
    He knew the sound, that amalgamation of a creak and a
    vibration, but couldn’t place it for some reason. His brain was just too tangled up in the increasingly amazing sensations and the terrifying-exciting-intimidating-addictive feeling of being watched.
    So he opened his eyes. Turned his head.
    Fucking hell. Nick’s zip.
    And in the time it had taken him to sort that in his mind,
    Nick had done more than just unzip his trousers, and now he
    was stroking his dick while he watched Spencer. In fact, he
    stroked it at exactly the same speed Spencer fucked himself
    with the toy. Slow, the rhythm changing every few seconds
    but still staying maddeningly smooth and languid.
    Spencer didn’t even care about the clock anymore.
    Watching Nick stroke himself while Spencer moved the toy
    in and out was just too hot to care about anything else.
    Nick stroked himself faster. Spencer moved the toy faster.
    And that was when it dawned on him: Nick hadn’t been
    mimicking his speed. He ’d been mimicking Nick’s. Changing whenever he did. Obeying an unspoken command.
    And he’d never been so turned on in his life. Never.
    Didn’t matter what happened for the rest of the time they had
    together, he’d already gotten his money’s worth. Fuck .
    Nick slowed down, and then stopped. So did Spencer.
    He got a little thrill out of the subtle flush of Nick’s neck and chest, the hint of colour in his cheeks. Nick’s pupils weren’t completely blown yet, but they were getting there.
    “No more with the toy.” Nick didn’t seem even a little out
    of breath or flustered, no matter what his eyes and skin tone
    said. “Get me a condom.”
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    Excitement rippled through Spencer’s body, curling his
    toes even as he withdrew the toy. He set it aside and picked
    up one of the foil packets. When he turned back, Nick had
    come closer. Soundlessly, too. Like he’d been over there and
    was now right here, and neither Spencer nor physics could
    explain how.
    “Put it on.”
    Spencer didn’t hesitate. He tore the packet with his teeth,
    rolled the condom onto Nick’s substantial cock. Once it was
    on, he looked up at Nick.
    “Lube.”
    Oh, yes. Finally . . .
    He poured some lube onto his hand and covered Nick’s
    cock with it. Obeying a sharp gesture from Nick, he lay back
    on the bed again.
    Nick didn’t say a word. He pushed Spencer’s legs further
    apart and guided himself to his very, very ready arse. Spencer bit his lips as