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hole, and this time there are teeth, which makes Will arch and cry out. He pinches his nipples, then grips his thighs again so he doesn’t jerk and kick Patrick away because it’s nearly too good to stand.
    Patrick keeps up his maddening work until Will feels him shove in two of his long fingers, testing the stretch. Then he reaches over to grab the lube and condom by Will’s head, his shirt and pants rubbing against Will’s sensitive dick. He kisses Will’s mouth with a soft pop before sliding back between his thighs and working two lubed fingers into Will’s tight ass.
    Will squeezes around them and moans. Patrick thrusts his fingers in and out gently, nibbles at his taint, and then moves up to nuzzle and suck on his balls. Tension grips his groin and his balls lift up hard, and Will thinks he’s going to come.
    Patrick grips the base of his cock. “Not yet. When I say you can. Not until then.” He holds Will’s dick in a tight squeeze that threatens to hurt. Will loses his place at the edge of ecstasy, backing away from the cliff and breathing through his peaking lust. “That’s my good puddin’-pop. Hold on. Wait for it.”
    Will covers his eyes with the heels of his hands again and presses, his entire ass and groin throbbing, hot and delirious all at the same time.
    “Thought about this all day,” Patrick says, working his long fingers inside. “Driving you crazy. Making you fall apart.”
    Will gasps as Patrick massages his prostate with the pads of his fingers.
    “Like that.”
    Will pumps his hips a little, bringing his cock up toward Patrick’s mouth. Patrick’s fingers push in and out of him, slick. Rough fabric brushes against his thighs and ass cheeks.
    “Naked,” Will manages, pushing at Patrick’s head and sliding off his fingers. “Want you naked.”
    Patrick shakes his head, unwraps the condom, unbuttons his pants, and shoves them down to his hips, just enough for his cock and pubes to spring free.
    “No, like this.” He rips the condom wrapper open. “Thought about it. All day.” He rolls the condom down and shoves Will’s knees up high, aiming.
    Will’s eyes roll up as he feels the thick, solid pressure of Patrick pushing in.
    “Just. Like. This.”
    “Oh God,” Will whimpers, the burn consuming all thought. Sweat breaks out all over, and he rolls his head back and forth, trying to breathe, trying to open up. Patrick thrusts harder, a long, thick press. Will’s hole burns, stretched tight, and it’s so good, so very good that Will doesn’t know what to do, how to cope. He whimpers, bites his lip, and his cock swells and pulses with precome.
    “Beautiful.” Patrick pushes against Will’s hamstrings, going deeper.
    “Fuck me,” Will pleads. “Make me come. I want to come.”
    Patrick settles in all the way, his knees pressed deep into the mattress and his balls flush against Will’s ass. “Shh, I’ll take care of you.” He moves Will’s legs up to his shoulders, the fabric of his shirt smooth under Will’s knees. His cock jerks in Will’s ass.  “I’m close too.”
    Will loves that he’s not alone in wanting this so badly he’s going to come his brains out without any effort at all.
    Patrick lunges forward, kissing him deeply. Patrick’s mouth is wet and hot and tastes like Will’s ass, and he’s supposed to think it’s awful, but it’s so good, so damn good.
    “Christ,” Patrick grits out against Will’s lips. “You make me crazy.”
    Will groans, rolling his hips up as Patrick starts fucking him in steady, maddening thrusts. He quakes as Patrick’s thick cock nails his gland. Head back, eyes scrunched, his voice rises up in an uncontrollable warble until Patrick slides a hand over Will’s mouth.
    Orgasm rushes so close Will can taste it, feel it puckering his skin, tightening his nipples, drawing up through his balls. Will slips his arms around Patrick’s heaving back, sliding under his shirt to feel his muscles shift under skin, riding the