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finger.
    “Straddle me.” He hadn’t touched Nicky’s cock yet. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
    “Flattery will get you everywhere,” Nicky teased.
    “I just want you to ride me,” Jonas replied, and then he realized he was in no position to issue demands.

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    “Oh, you do?” Nicky asked, defusing the situation.
    “Yeah,” Jonas said, their bodies now close together. “I think it would be good for you too. You’ll be in charge, do exactly what feels good.”
    He saw Nicky think about it. “Talk me through it.”
    “I’ll need to prep you,” Jonas said, happy that Nicky was still eager.
    “I’ll be okay, I’m pretty relaxed now.” Nicky pulled the duvet around the two of them as he settled down on Jonas’s thighs. “Nice and warm like this.”
    “You like that little bit of pain, don’t you?” Jonas asked, almost rhetorically.
    “Yeah, but I’m in charge, right? So allow me.” Nicky ripped open the condom packet with his teeth and rolled the latex onto Jonas’s cock, and then he added the lube, making Jonas inhale sharply as he spread the gel.
    “You know what you’re doing, don’t you?” Nicky smile was cocky. “Of course I do.” The young designer pushed up and reached between his legs to lift his tackle out of the way, giving Jonas a view of how he was impaling himself while Jonas steadied his latex-covered cock. Little by little, he felt Nicky’s tightness sink around him and watched the young man’s face for any signs of discomfort. To his surprise, all he saw was ecstasy.
    When Jonas was totally inside Nicky, the young man slowly relaxed. “Fuck, I can’t believe how well we fit together.” Jonas smiled and pulled Nicky closer, trapping the young man’s cock between their bellies. They started kissing, slowly and sensually, and Nicky started rocking his hips back and forth. Jonas couldn’t help stroking the long, lean back and kissing down Nicky’s neck toward his chest and those enticing dark nipples. Nicky reacted to having them licked, just like Jonas had anticipated, and sped up his movements as he started riding Jonas in earnest. The duvet was 16
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    forgotten as it fell around Nicky’s back, and Jonas guided the young man’s moves by resting his hands on his hips.
    “Oh fuck, this feels so good. Never… before—” Nicky was breathing heavily and was barely coherent. The young man’s cock was so hard it barely bounced despite his rigorous movements. It was leaking copiously, painting wet streaks along the olive skin of his stomach. Jonas was trying all his tricks to last longer than his lover, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the incredible vision in front of him.
    “Look at me,” Jonas asked. “I want to see your eyes when you come.”
    “Can’t… close! Oh fuck, I’m gonna… come!” Nicky sank down hard, tilting his hips as he did, and Jonas felt the hot seed splatter between their bellies. Nicky kept riding up and down erratically, and the friction, together with the ecstasy on Nicky’s face, were enough to make Jonas’s groin contract as well. He came with Nicky in his arms.
    Their breathing and heartbeats slowly steadied enough so they could start kissing once more, lazily this time, and Jonas pulled the duvet around them again.
    “You’re still inside of me,” Nicky mumbled against Jonas’s mouth.
    “I know. You feel good.”
    “I do?” Nicky asked, shy again now.
    “Yes, you do.”
    “We’ll have to move eventually.”
    Jonas moaned in disappointment.
    Nicky leaned back, retrieving the washcloth that had been used to bandage his hand and wiped their stomachs with it. As Nicky moved around, Jonas slipped out of him and got rid of the condom, tying it in a knot and folding it into the towel.
    “Want to get some sleep now?” Jonas asked.

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    “You know, I think I could. Will you stay until morning?”
    “Sure,” Jonas answered. He didn’t usually sleep over if he was only paid for the evening, but right now he was unable to deny Nicky anything.
    “Can we just sleep here on the couch? You’re right; I don’t like that bed either.”
    Jonas snuggled Nicky closer, spooning with the duvet around the two of them.
    Next thing he knew, Jonas was waking up still smelling Nicky’s hair. He felt Nicky’s hands on his body and the young man’s ass push against his morning erection.
    “No matter how great that feels, I need to go to work,” Nicky said, clear regret in his