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leaned his head back and let his eyes fall gently closed. Max’s mouth was gentle, almost tentative, on his shaft. He appeared to be the caring kind of lover that Simon respected the most and had been seeking for a while now. He didn’t like pain, giving it or receiving it, and so many of the men he’d tried to enjoy at the club hadn’t satisfied him. It wasn’t their fault, he just wasn’t want they needed and yes, perhaps maybe he was too particular about the kind of men he allowed to get close to him in those dark corners. But it was his choice just as much as it was theirs and if he didn’t make that decision in regards to his sex life he wasn’t left with much else to decide on.
    Max’s warm breath tickled his sensitive skin and Simon let his hands fall to the other man’s shoulders. He was less muscular than himself, his body narrower in all the right places, but Simon had expected that even before they’d met. In his ad seeking a roommate, Max had stated his profession in the details. He’d claimed it as a need for order and a quiet roommate. Simon had only seen a man under far too much pressure for his young life. Simon brought his hands up to the sides of Max’s head. He wouldn’t control him yet. Not this time. But he did want to touch him, to feel the curve of his cheeks, the line of his jaw, the soft stubble that ran along his face. With his thumb near the other man’s mouth he felt it when Max opened his lips, but the feeling of the unfamiliar mouth against the head of his cock still made his breath catch in his throat. He held still, letting Max learn him as much as Simon wanted him to learn him as well. Once he knew how Max liked to give pleasure, Simon could control that aspect of their sex. But first he had to learn his new lover.
    He didn’t make the mistake of calling Max any more than that, not even in his own mind. They didn’t have a relationship, not any that could easily be defined outside of simply being roommates. And one blowjob and the start of another hardly made them a pair. But Max wasn’t a stranger either, far from it actually. And Simon wouldn’t put that kind of distance between them. Not now that Max had agreed to willingly submit to what Simon wanted to give him. The offer was neither traditional nor easy for the other man, Simon knew that well enough. Max was stubborn and could be a pain in the ass when he wanted to be. But that he’d agreed to be this way with him made Simon rethink his early assumptions about his roommate’s character. Maybe he was smart enough to realize he needed help as well.
    The tip of Max’s tongue swirled around the crowned head of Simon’s cock, causing him to hiss as his hands tightened in Max’s brown hair. He released his hair, not wanting to give into the urge to control him before his time came. He’d take what was his and get Max to submit to him, when it was his turn. When he was a younger, far less experienced Dom, he’d rushed more than one sub in his eagerness to see the kind of results the other Doms around him appeared to get so easily. Now he knew better, though it had taken the stern discipline of a Master to get him to learn. He now knew that subs needed to be shown the way, not forced into submission. It was for their own good. Simon realized now, years after that incident, that without that Master’s training he would not have been able to help Max now. And he had helped, despite Max’s day. His roommate had slept well the first night after he’d come to him. Hopefully he’d do the same tonight. They could figure out the details later, right now it was all about helping Max and getting him back to the place he’d been in when Simon had first come to live with him. Back to when he did sleep and actually ate full meals without looking like he was rushing through it and barely tasting the food.
    “Is this good?” Max asked, pulling his mouth away from Simon’s cock.
    Looking down at him, Simon gave the other man a