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Luke's finger, sucking on the chocolate and lovely skin. Luke's eyes watched his mouth, and Affton could feel the look, like a touch. He licked around the whole fingertip.
    "Affie." Luke sounded turned on.
    He hummed and scraped his teeth along the pad.
    "Oh, God." Luke leaned forward, nuzzling his temple.
    He had to work not to catch his breath as his cock jerked in his jeans. He did moan around Luke's finger, loath to let it and break the moment.
    "You want another bite?"
    He finally pulled off and met Luke's eyes. "Yes, please."
    Luke was panting hard, shivering, but Affton didn't believe the man was scared at all. He licked his lips and watched Luke. More chocolate icing was scooped up, then offered to him. He held Luke's eyes as he began to suck. Luke's eyelids got heavy, lips parting. He moved his head slowly up and down on Luke's finger this time.
    "Affie. Oh, God. Oh, God, love."
    Moaning, his prick hard and leaking, Affton sucked harder.
    "Your mouth. Your mouth. My love."
    He finally pulled off. "You want it somewhere else now, baby?"
    "I... I... Oh, God." Luke arched, hand opening his jeans.
    Affton's heart started beating harder and he froze, barely able to believe.
    "Please touch me again? Please, love. I want to be hard for you."
    He helped Luke take his prick out of his underwear and leaned forward, kissed the tip.
    "Please." Luke arched, thighs tightening as he pushed up.
    "I love you, baby." Affton licked Luke from his balls slowly up to the tip. He moved to kneel before Luke, hands cupping the sweet ass.
    He pulled slightly and slid his lips around the head of Luke's cock, sucking softly as his tongue slid back and forth across the slit. The sweet, soft cock felt amazing in his lips, salty, warm. He didn't try to rush it, didn't try to force it, he simply worshipped Luke's cock.
    Luke leaned back, breathing slow, thighs spreading. Affton left the lovely cock for a moment, nuzzling Luke's balls, breathing on them, taking one into his mouth.
    "You're touching me."
    He let Luke's ball slide free. "I am. I never thought I'd get to touch you again."
    "I didn't either. Your mouth is so soft."
    "You taste amazing. Better than any chocolate cupcakes." He took the head of Luke's cock back between his lips, sucking. He was gentle, but not tentative. This was his lover.
    He slid his right hand down to play with the flesh behind Luke's balls, touching the softness and warmth there. Luke's moan made him smile. Yes. Yes, feel that.
    He kept sucking, kept playing and loving on Luke. Slowly but surely, that sweet cock filled, Luke beginning to moan with pleasure. He wanted to crow about it, but he didn't. He focused on nurturing that pleasure, increasing it. He wanted to make Luke come.
    "Affie. Affie, for you. Oh, God. Do you feel that?" Luke's fingers brushed through his hair, the touch achingly sweet.
    He pulled off long enough to tell Luke, "I feel you. And I taste you--so good." Then he went back to trying to make Luke come for him.
    "I want to come. I want to be naked with you and sleep with you and be your lover."
    He nodded, taking more of Luke's prick into his mouth as he did.
    "I want to not be scared and to sleep."
    He bobbed faster, sucked harder. He would give that to Luke. He would give Luke everything.
    Luke cried out, fingers white-knuckled on the arms of the chair as the lean hips drove up into his mouth. He opened his throat, letting Luke take what he wanted, what he needed.
    Come on , he begged silently. Do it. Come.
    "Love!" The wild sound was perfect, almost as perfect as the salty, bitter flavor of desire that poured onto his lips.
    He swallowed happily, ecstatic at the taste, at the fact that Luke had come. He held that sweet prick in his lips, cleaning it with his tongue. Moaning, he finally let Luke go, looking up into Luke's eyes.
    "Affie." Luke reached out, cupped his cheek.
    He nuzzled into the touch, then turned his head to kiss Luke's palm. "I made you come, baby. Not in your dreams--for