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lifted his gaze to Paul’s, Paul swayed back, lightheaded, and rested his shoulders against the wall behind him. “Do it.”
Trevor gripped the backs of his thighs, digging in with his fingers just below Paul’s ass cheeks, and leaned forward, leading with his tongue. Paul didn’t know who liked it more when Trevor first tasted him, licking him thoroughly, playing over his glans and trying to tease under his foreskin. When Trevor finally sucked him into his mouth, Paul could feel his moan resonate in his nuts.
Trevor worked himself all the way down Paul’s shaft, until Paul’s head was sinking into his soft palate, and he gagged. All the muscles in Paul’s ass clenched involuntarily and he shoved his hips forward until Trevor had to swallow him. He’d never gotten off on gagging much before, but the thought of Trevor choking on his dick nearly made Paul come right there—he felt Trevor’s throat give way for him and he nearly lost it. The only thing that stopped him was Trevor yanking his head back, eyes watering.
Paul figured it was all over, he’d gotten way too rough, but Trevor dug his fingers in until Paul could feel his nails, and started bobbing up and down on Paul’s cock. Pulling back to tongue the fold of skin under the notch in his head, then sliding all the way back down until Paul could feel that soft tissue just on the edge of giving, then pulling back again.
He was gripping Trevor’s head in his hands, trying to control things just enough, when he looked down and met Trevor’s gaze as Trevor shoved that extra half-inch forward and swallowed around Paul’s head. It pulled the orgasm out of him, the combination of throat action and Trevor’s streaming eyes, practically pleading with Paul to come down his throat, all but reaching in and yanking it out of him.
Paul groaned and shoved his shoulders hard against the wall, muscle convulsions forcing him to thrust his dick farther into Trevor. Once he started shooting, Trevor pulled back just enough to gulp it down, milking Paul with his tongue.
Paul gasped for air, slumped against the wall as Trevor stood up, pressing right against him and forcing him into a full-on, throat-fucking kiss. It took Paul a few seconds to catch up and join in, and then to remember—Trevor always wanted his mouth when he came. Paul fumbled, following Trevor’s forearm into his shorts, finding him stroking his own prick fast with his hand. Paul gripped him, too, and helped Trevor massage himself until he exploded. Trevor groaned in his mouth and shot all over Paul’s hand, his lips and tongue going lax until it was Paul kissing him through it, slowly turning them both until Trevor could lean against the wall too.
Paul watched Trevor pant, propped up next to him. His lips were slick and bloated—in a good way—and Paul could see his eyes moving under his blue-veined lids. He ran his thumb across Trevor’s jaw, then let go of his head, which he’d somehow been gripping still, and dropped his arm.

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    ell, that wasn’t at all what he’d meant to do. He’d meant to get off and get out, hopefully leaving Trevor with aching balls and maybe some heartache over what could have been.
    He could probably still manage the second objective. Even if he didn’t really care about it anymore.
Paul extricated himself from Trevor’s shorts, then wiped his sticky hand on the leg of them. It wasn’t as if Trevor could wear them now anyway, not without washing them first.
When he looked up, Trevor was watching him, his breathing mostly under control.
“Was it as scary as you thought it would be?” Paul asked quickly, to keep Trevor from saying something he couldn’t handle hearing.
“Scarier,” Trevor rasped. Mmm, dick-throat. “You taste good.”
Hello? Did he need this? No. Paul shrugged and looked away. “That wasn’t exactly your first time.” Now why had he said that? Trevor would think he cared—which he patently did not. Trevor could have lined up before each