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want to worship you.”
    “What if I don’t want to be worshipped?” Nicky asked, repeating a conversation they’d had much earlier in their relationship.
    “Everyone wants to be worshipped by someone who loves them,” Jonas continued, still placing small kisses all over Nicky’s face. “I love you, and I want to make you feel good.”
    “You mean take it slow?”
    Jonas looked up. “Yes, slow and good for both of us, like equals. You can worship me right back if it makes you feel better,” he added a little sheepishly.
    “Okay,” Nicky conceded, kissing Jonas back.
    Jonas ground his hardening cock against Nicky’s groin and felt the pure enjoyment of rubbing their skins together, of the feeling of Nicky’s soft, peachy flesh against his coarser, more hairy body. He wondered how long it would take his lover to lose his patience and 166
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    take command of what they were doing. For now, the younger man clearly let Jonas take the lead.
    “I like that,” Nicky whispered, when they came up for air
    “You holding my hands like that.”
    “You like being restrained?”
    Before Jonas knew what was happening, Nicky had turned them around and was lifting himself up until he was straddling Jonas’s hips. Despite a small struggle, he couldn’t get Jonas to let go of his wrists. His arousal was unmistakable, though, in the redness of his chest and the rigidness of his cock. For a moment Jonas feared the fierceness he saw in Nicky’s expression and almost let go of his charge when a smile spread cross the beautiful face.
    “I don’t know, but I’d like to try it.”
    “You have handcuffs?” Jonas asked, testing the waters.
    “No handcuffs,” Nicky replied firmly. “Just your hands holding mine while I ride you. Slowly, like you asked.”
    “I’ll need to let go to prep you,” Jonas said.
    “Okay.” Nicky shook his hands free and reached behind Jonas for the supplies. He crawled down a bit so his face was just above Jonas’s cock. “Let me prep you first?” Jonas nodded, and Nicky took the head of the semi-rigid cock in his mouth, looking up at Jonas to gauge his reaction. All Jonas could do was close his eyes and throw back his head because the rush of blood and the speed with which his erection swelled overwhelmed him. There was very little else that was more of a turn on than Nicky giving him a blow job, simply because the designer loved doing it so much. Reflexively, Jonas spread his legs, and Nicky’s hands cupped his balls. He was the one who had asked to take it slow, but there was no way he could comply with his own request.
    “Nicky, stop.” Then a little louder, “Please stop, you’ll make me come.”

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    The ministrations stopped, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Nicky leaning over him, looking at him intently.
    “I could taste how close you were.” Nicky let his finger stroke the line of Jonas’s jaw. “I love to taste your seed, but I want to ride you more.”
    Nicky kissed him with abandon, sorely neglecting the rest of his body, then just as abruptly moved again. The next thing he knew, Nicky had turned around and all Jonas could see was that perfect little ass sticking up in the air. He raised himself until he was sitting and put his hands on Nicky’s hips. The way Nicky was leaning forward, Jonas had a perfect view of the little rosy button of scrunched skin between the globes. Nicky swatted Jonas’s hands away and wet his finger in his mouth, before slowly inserting it in his puckered opening. Jonas couldn’t resist. The position was slightly awkward, but he desperately wanted to aid in his lover’s preparation, so he took Nicky’s hips in his hands again and pulled him closer. “Don’t take your finger out,” he commanded.
    Jonas let his tongue circle around the finger and heard Nicky moan, then whimper. He moved away a little to allow Nicky to insert another finger, then again proceeded to ease the burn with his tongue. Soon Nicky was begging for more, stretching himself while leaking copiously. The older man inserted a finger of his own and sought out Nicky’s prostate. A single swipe over the slightly raised area made Nicky’s entire body tremble, and for a moment, Jonas feared he’d made him come. Nicky recovered, though, pushing himself up until he was on all fours and sporting a predatory look as he turned around to face Jonas.
    “You better still be hard, because I can’t wait any longer.” Without losing eye contact,