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Tyler gasped without needing to think about it.
    “You’re such a good boy for me.” Tom nipped his ass, hard enough to leave marks and make Tyler’s cock throb even more. “Reach back and hold your ass open for me.
    Without hesitation, Tyler did. His body trembled with excitement, desire, raw need.
    Tom drizzled lube between Tyler’s cheeks and worked it into his hole. First one finger breached him, slowly teasing and fucking him with it. Two soon followed. Then three fingers. Tyler moaned, biting down on the sheets in an attempt to hold back his climax. It felt better than fantastic. Tom knew every inch of his body, every trigger point, everywhere to make it feel so deliciously damn good. Tom continued to slowly finger-fuck him, brushing against his gland, not enough to trigger his orgasm, but almost.
    Then his fingers disappeared. “Hold on. Let me wipe my hands off.” Then Tyler heard the rustle of a condom wrapper.
    Tom’s hands returned to his ass. “Tell me what you want.”
    “Please fuck my arse, Sir! I want you to fuck my arse!”
    “Such a good boy.”
    He felt the head of Tom’s cock press against his rim without penetrating. Perhaps anticipating Tyler’s desire to simply push back and impale himself on it, Tom’s hands grabbed his hips, his fingers digging in just short of painful. “You want this cock inside you?” Tom asked.
    “Yes, Sir! Please!”
    “Beg me for it.”
    His need overwhelming, Tyler nearly burst into tears. “Please, Sir, please fuck my arse! I want to feel your cock inside me!”
    “Who does this ass belong to?” Tom barked, smacking his ass again.
    “It’s your arse, Sir!”
    “Good boy.” Tom plunged hard and deep inside him, stroking the head of his cock perfectly across Tyler’s gland in the process. Tyler cried out as his cock exploded all over the sheets. Tyler fisted his hands in the bedding and held on, trying to move with Tom, but Tom held him still and did the driving.
    “Dammit, you already came, didn’t you?” Tom grunted.
    “Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir,” Tyler admitted, loving every second of it and already feeling his cock impossibly stirring again.
    Tom started slapping his ass. “Didn’t tell you to come, did I?”
    “No, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.” He felt his cock stiffen with each slap.
    When Tom reached around him, he chuckled. “You like that, don’t you? You like me spanking your sweet little ass.”
    “Yes, Sir.” He moaned louder as Tom slowed his thrusts to match the rhythm of him stroking Tyler’s cock.
    “You’re gonna come again for me.” It wasn’t a question, but a command.
    “Yes, Sir.” He closed his eyes and enjoyed the way Tom bottomed out inside him, his thighs pressed against his, the coarse hair on his legs rubbing against his flesh, the heat of his body washing through him, the musky smell of their lovemaking and the tang of his own juices already splashed on the bed.
    “That’s it.” Tom picked up the tempo. With every thrust of his cock, his hand stroked Tyler’s shaft. “You’re gonna come hard again for me, aren’t you?”
    “Yes, Sir!” Tyler felt his mind already spinning away into a beautifully light and floaty place. A feeling he hadn’t felt in far too many years. Better even than an orgasm, it was blissful subspace.
    “Then you hurry up and come for me. I want your sweet ass squeezing my cock when I come.” With his other hand, he started smacking Tyler’s ass again.
    It was all he needed. With a cry, Tyler let loose another load, coating Tom’s hand with his seed.
    “Good boy!” Tom let go of Tyler’s cock and grabbed his hips again. In a few hard thrusts, he came with a grunt, buried as deeply as possible inside Tyler.
    Tyler gasped, feeling Tom’s cock throbbing, emptying, and eventually growing limp inside him.
    Tom collapsed on top of him, rolling them to their sides. “Here,” he said, his voice thick. “You made a mess.” He held his hand in front of Tyler.
    Tyler clutched his wrist