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his skin felt amazingly good, the man’s warmth and weight against him almost intoxicating.
    “Not squashing you am I?” Miles drew back and took all his weight on his knees, running his hands over Gil’s smooth skin until they reached his hips. He lifted one leg and pressed soft kisses on the inside as he propped it over one shoulder, repeating the action with the other side. A soft chuckle met his suggestion which turned into a moan. Now Gil’s butt was lifted slightly off the bed, his cock once again filled, the head poking through the foreskin. Miles brought his own cock up next to it and stroked the two together, noting there wasn’t much difference between them in size and length. Thanks to the barbaric protocols of the doctors when he’d been born though, his cock had been cut. Thankfully, nowadays, the staff in the maternity hospitals were more enlightened. He glanced up and caught Gil watching him, his bottom lip caught under his teeth. “Is this pace better?”
    Gil nodded, moaning softly. This pace was incredible. “Miles, I just hope you’re not planning to go this slow all night…”
    “I just may.” Miles winked at him and leaned down to capture one of Gil’s balls in his mouth, rolling it around a few times before releasing it, then he ran the tip of his tongue down the taint heading for Gil’s hole. Realising what he was about to do, Gil’s fingers flexed in his hair and he groaned, his back arching, hips lifting.
    The musky smell, made Miles even harder. In some ways he wanted to just let go and pound the living daylights out of Gil, but he’d probably already half scared him off with the rough blow job. If he wanted a repeat performance, he had to make this so good that Gil would want to come back for more. The little devil inside him wondered if he was just trying to drive all thoughts of other lovers Gil might have had out of his brain. Nah, he wasn’t the jealous type, was he? Miles drove his tongue into Gil’s hole as his brain finally admitted he definitely was, big time. Green as Kermit and probably just as frog-like sometimes. A toad. Gil may have kissed him, but he certainly hadn’t turned into a poncy prince.
    He curled his tongue and just played around with the inside of Gil’s pucker before bringing it out and running it back up the taint. Gil was squirming under him as he repeated the process, getting the area nicely wet and delving a little deeper inside each time. Miles reached for the lube, thankful that his nails were nice and short as he slicked up a finger and slid it gently into Gil, pressing gently around the rim before sending it in deeper.
    Gil writhed beneath him, he couldn’t help himself, his moans getting louder. Hands fisting into the bed covers, Gil’s knuckles had gone white. Nobody had ever done that to him. Simon had considered it
distasteful,
although Gil was finding out Simon had talked a lot of bollocks about some things. His previous partner had been lacking in other areas, if Gil’s recent encounters were anything to go by. He was quickly learning that Si had been a little…. conservative between the sheets. Conservative between the ears as well. Boring would be another way to put it, pedantic and boring. Somehow, he wondered how he had stuck it for six years.
    A small sigh of satisfaction escaped as Miles finally worked his way to the almond shaped prostate. One of the advantages of being a doctor? He knew his way around a body. He traced its outline, then drew back as Gil’s moans grew even louder. If he didn’t hurry up, the man was going to come again. It was almost worth it though, just watching him. Gil was always the one who seemed totally in command of himself. For once Miles was going to make him lose control. He reached for the tube again and added more lubrication. He didn’t want Gil to have a moment of pain. This was all about pleasure. The area was relaxing more and more as Miles worked his way around, always watching Gil, listening