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don't want to."
    He nuzzled into the touches, each one of them making him that much more certain. "I saw your face when I did you, Scotty. I want to."
    "Mmm. You felt like heaven, Dee. Just where I needed you." Scott started working his buttons open, fingers teasing his skin.
    He pushed up into the touches, breathing deeply. "It was good for me, too." Good. He almost snorted at himself. "Amazing." God, just thinking about it had him hard, his ass clenching and releasing at the thought of Scotty inside him like that.
    "Get naked for me, honey. I want to touch."
    He could do that. He could so do that. He lifted himself up long enough to pull his shirt off, and then pushed his hands between his body and Scotty's, working the zipper of his jeans down. "You get naked, too."
    "You think? Apron and all?"
    He grinned, fingers sliding over the words. "If I didn't think it would impede the process I'd suggest you keep it on."
    Oh, man. That laugh was worth a million bucks.
    He arched, worked his jeans down off his hips. God, the way that rubbed them together was worth another million.
    "You going to let me lick you, honey? Get you wet for me?"
    Shit, he loved that, loved how that drawl sounded so sweet and was so fucking filthy.
    He nodded, breath caught in his throat. "P...please."
    "Mmmhmm. Been wantin' this, so bad."
    Damn, that made him feel so good. Scotty always did, like he was something special, precious. "All yours, Scotty. Sorry I didn't wrap it."
    "I'll take it." Scott spread him, scooted back between his legs, mouth on his belly and moving south.
    He spread his legs wider, showing Scott he wanted it, that he trusted Scotty. One of his hands found Scott's hair, the other found the edge of the couch and hung on.
    Those lips moved down and down, one cheek rubbing against his shaft. Oh, God. Yes. So fucking good. He couldn't have stopped his hips pushing, sliding his cock along Scotty's face even if he'd wanted to.
    He didn't want to.
    A low note came out of him, heartfelt, wanton.
    "So fine." Scotty hummed and slid down, tongue sliding along the base of his cock, the top of his ball sac.
    He was nearly trembling with anticipation, that tongue so good and so hot and moving down on him, not getting distracted at all. He made a needy noise, throwing one leg over the top of the couch, tilting his hips.
    Scott's fingers slid under his ass, thumbs spreading him for that. Oh. Oh, Jesus. Yes. That was. Damn. He grabbed onto the cushions with both hands, noises coming out of him like he couldn't believe. But Scotty's tongue. He just... God.
    Scott took his time, licking and nuzzling and lapping, pushing in to fuck him before backing off again, licking away. It blew his mind, each lick, each push of that tongue into his body. Scotty's tongue in him.
    Good fucking lord.
    He started humping against Scotty's face, hips moving on their own, pushing him toward the amazing touches. All the while, Scott was making these sounds, deep and raw and needy, like this wasn't good for him.
    "Scotty. Oh fuck, man." He was going to come from this. Any second now, each sound vibrating through his skin like the sounds themselves were right inside him, and there had to be room for more.
    "Now, honey? Let me?" That heat disappeared, replaced by an even bigger heat, pressing against his hole.
    He nodded, made a sound that meant yes and please and oh fuck he couldn't believe this was real. He met Scotty's eyes, fingers sliding on one stubbled cheek.
    "Love you, honey. Swear to God." Scott looked at him like he was the center of the whole fucking world.
    He felt that all through him, better than even Scotty's tongue had been.
    "Love..." he whispered.
    Then he shifted, hips restless, bumping that heat up against his hole, which made him gasp. "Come on, Scotty. Do it."
    He got a nod and then Scotty started pushing in, slow and easy, rocking into him. Scotty's rhythm was easy to find--it was like making music--and he rolled his hips to meet the pushes, eager for