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“I’ll think about it.”
    Timur nodded.
    â€œSo, what…what’s your favorite thing? I mean, in sex.” Quick change of topic, but then he realized that might be answered with pussy, if I can get it , when he really didn’t care just now.
    A grin spread across Timur’s lips, and something told Marcus pussy, if I can get it wasn’t going to be the answer. Not tonight, anyway.
    Timur stepped closer to him and slid his hot, rough hands over Marcus’s waist, drawing him in. “Naked.”
    Marcus gulped. Semidressed fooling around had been hot earlier, but now that Timur mentioned it… Yes. Naked. “We should…we should get…”
    But then Timur was pushing Marcus’s trousers and boxers down over his hips. He let them pool at Marcus’s feet, and then stripped off his own clothes.
    â€œBetter?” Marcus asked as he toed his clothes out of the way.
    â€œ Da .” Timur’s lips quirked. “Yes.”
    â€œGood.”
    â€œYes. Good.” Timur’s hands landed on Marcus’s hips again, but instead of drawing Marcus closer, he pushed him back a step and followed. Another step, and Marcus’s calf bumped the bed.
    He shivered. This was getting more and more real by the second, and he loved it. He was overwhelmed by it and couldn’t tell where the booze ended and the arousal began, but he couldn’t get enough.
    â€œWait.” He gestured at his discarded trousers. “I should get the…the things. So we don’t have to stop.”
    Timur nodded, and Marcus knelt to grab his trousers. He fumbled with them, but found the bag containing the condoms and lube. “There. Now we’ll—”
    Oh Lord. He was right at eye level with Timur’s cock. Right at the perfect height.
    He glanced up at Timur and was met with the filthiest, most knowing little smirk. Any other night, Marcus would’ve been all about power games and posturing and if you want me to suck your dick, you’d better start sucking mine .
    Tonight, he put a hand on Timur’s hip, took his cock between his lips and wondered how the fuck he’d made it this far into the evening without doing this. Timur got even harder, and, yep, he was definitely too big to get anywhere past a gag reflex that wasn’t at the level of professional porn. But Marcus still enjoyed teasing him and loved the taste and feeling, and the small signals from Timur’s body, the way he sucked in a breath or shifted his weight, or even how his balls felt in his sac when Marcus rolled them in his free hand.
    Timur didn’t touch him, didn’t grab his head or ears or shoulders, just stood there, head rolled slightly back, hands clenched at his sides, breathing and groaning every time Marcus pulled back and focused his attention on the big cockhead. Slowly, slowly, Marcus pushed for more and took him as deep as was possible, then slipped away and instead sucked on his balls and stroked him.
    A tremor passed through the big man. “I want to fuck you.”
    Marcus glanced up.
    Timur offered him a hand, and Marcus used it to pull himself to his feet. He didn’t expect it when Timur spit into his hand and closed his strong hand around Marcus’s dick. The spit did almost nothing to temper the calloused roughness of the hand, and the touch was too intense to be just pleasant, but the discomfort added an edge. Whatever Timur’s orientation, he seemed to believe in giving a guy a hand. Marcus found himself thrusting into the rough hand and steadying himself on Timur’s shoulder as he did, then felt Timur’s other hand slide to his ass, and a bit farther, two fingers pushing into his crack to rub against his opening. “Getting impatient?”
    â€œCan I fuck you?”
    â€œAll right.” Truth was, he was more than eager to know what Timur would feel like fucking him. Quite possibly part of the attraction was his sheer size,