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From my knees, I kiss a line up Theo's thigh as I whisper, "I have a surprise for you." His cock flexes underneath his jeans as I inch closer.

His hands glide over my head, mouth slightly open as he rocks his hips, grinding the underside of his dick against my cheek. I twist, using my lips to surround his shaft as he thrusts ever so slowly. "Does it involve less clothing and more action? Because if so, sign me the fuck up."

I grin as I glance up at him, dragging my tongue along his length through his jeans. He groans as I undo his button, tugging his pants over his hips and exposing his black lacy thong. "Don't think I didn't notice what you're wearing underneath that sweatshirt," I murmur as I press my lips against him, only the thin material of his panties separating me from his hard cock.

"How did you see?" He pushes harder on my head as I suck him through his underwear, soaking the fabric with my spit.

"You bent over, and I saw the laces." I tug on the waistband and expose the crown of his cock, flicking my tongue over the sensitive seam as he moans. The sound rolls over my skin like silk, causing me to shudder as goosebumps rise on my arms. "And now I want to see the rest of it." I stand and tear his shirt off, rumbling an approving hum at the sight.

He takes a step backward and runs his palms down the black satiny corset, his hands dipping where it cinches his already slim waist. "Like what you see, big boy?" Spinning around, he shows off the laces weaving up his back, pulled tight above the thong that flaunts his perky ass.

He peeks over his shoulder as I grip his hips and rub my aching cock against him. "Get on the bed and show me what you can do," I murmur in his ear, nipping at his lobe. He breathes out a quiet moan as he pushes against me, rolling his body before he climbs on the mattress.

As he turns to face me, his finger curls in a gesture that invites me to come closer, and like a puppet on his strings, I step forward. "Knees," he says, and I drop to kneel in front of the bed. He rests his hands on my shoulders and rolls his body, his erection brushing against my face in a way that instantly wipes every thought from my brain.

The soft material of his panties shifts against the unyielding hardness behind it, his cock tenting the fabric and teasing me with a peek of what's underneath. "You said you had a surprise?"

"I do…" I pause as he sways, moving as fluid as the ocean in a sensual roll. It ripples from his shoulders down to where his knees rest on the mattress, and the head of his cock grazes me again. I chase it with my lips, wanting a taste. When he doesn't allow it, I nudge him with my nose and lick up the crease of his thigh, managing to slide my tongue just under his panties before he catches on to me.

He clicks his tongue in a quiet tsk sound, pulling away. "You're getting distracted," he purrs, gripping himself and leaning forward. I close my mouth around him and give a gentle suck through the fabric, swirling my tongue and soaking him.

After a few light thrusts, he pulls back, still gracefully moving in his sultry dance. "I'm waiting to hear the details of this surprise." Another roll of his hips has his wet cock sliding over my lips. I want nothing more than to suck him in again, but he doesn't let me. Frustrated, I grab the material of his underwear with my lips and tug, causing his cock to spring free.

My eyes flicker up to his blue ones as I lick over his tip, wet with pre-cum. "I have to blindfold you." I slide my lips over his head and take a single, drawn-out path down his cock before I pop back off and tug his panties back in place, still using my mouth.

His eyes flare as I stand and pull a necktie from my dresser. As I climb on to the bed beside him, he pushes my sweatpants down, gripping my cock and stroking as I guide the tie to his eyes. "Are you ready?"

"So ready," he purrs as I position the fabric and secure it, careful not to get it too tight.

"No cheating and peeking out the bottom."

"Would I do that?" he asks, trying his best to sound innocent.

I drop my lips to his ear and pull his lobe between my teeth. "Yes." He laughs as I move to grab the lube, coating my fingers as I slide them to his hole. When I slip one inside, he arches and pushes into me.

"There was something you said you wanted a while ago, and I've found a way to make it happen for you."

"What's that?" he asks, breathy as I add a second finger.

I reach around him and grip his cock through his panties, leisurely stroking him as I stretch his hole, and he releases a filthy moan as he rocks between my hands. "You mentioned a certain… landmark you wanted to visit."

"You going to Leaning Tower of Pisa me finally?" he teases, but his laugh turns into a groan as I pull out of him and position my cock at his entrance.

"No, not that one," I say as I press forward, the resistance of his body loosening as he stretches to accept me. "Try again." My hips push with greater intensity, and his strangled breaths escalate into pants and then moans.

"This certainly isn't a Great Wall of China."

"No." My hand grasps his hard shaft as I thrust myself all the way into him. "This definitely isn't that. Do you have any more guesses?"

He shutters a heavy exhale as I withdraw, then drive back in. More moans, louder ones, and then he's gasping my name like a curse as he pushes back to meet me. "No more guesses," he stammers, as my movements build into a deliberate, powerful pace. Every move I make draws a new sound from him, like the pleasure is too much to contain without letting some of it slip out.

A deep chuckle leaves my throat as I run my hands over the laces of his corset, watching as a blanket of goosebumps rises across his skin. "Your ass is mine, and I don't share. But if you open your mouth wide enough, you might get a surprise."

Theo freezes before blindly turning his head over his shoulder. "Dante…"

"Do you trust me?"

He nods immediately. "Absolutely."

I thrust inside him again, burying myself as he sucks in a sharp inhale, fingers gripping the sheets. "Then be a good boy and open wide." His throat bobs in a heavy swallow as he faces forward and obeys.

I bite my lip and try not to laugh as I reach beside the bed, discreet in my movements. If there's any suspicion on his part, he hides it well.

"Are you ready?" I'm trying to fight laughter and maintain a sexy vibe at the same time, which is about as difficult as it sounds. He nods his head, nervous, as I push the inflated penis into his mouth.

Spit flies as he sputters, shrieking a curse as he falls backward and rips the blindfold off his face.

He stares at Blow Up Wante in front of him, rubber cock coated in saliva. "What the hell!" he exclaims, spinning around to find me collapsed on the bed, doubled over with tears streaming down my cheeks from laughing so hard. "You… you…"

I wipe the tears from my eyes. "You're just mad you didn't think of it first."

"Fuck, you're right." He lets a grin slip as he pushes me onto my back. "The next time you ask if I trust you, what do you suppose the answer will be?"

"With all your heart?" He shakes his head as he climbs over me, wrestling my arms onto the mattress. I could easily get up, but I let him hold me there.

"It's going to be a resounding ‘no way in hell.' It was obvious you were up to something. I knew better."

"You did not," I say with a grin. "I'm too sneaky."

He lines us up, both of us groaning as he sinks onto me. "You would never share me," he teases, giving a very pointed roll of his hips.

"So, to clarify, you don't want to be part of an Eiffel Tower with me and Wante?"

"For it to be an Eiffel Tower, you have to kiss." Even as he moves on top of me, he leans over and picks up the doll. He pushes its inflated donut lips towards mine and uses a ridiculous high-pitched voice. "Kissy, kissy! Give me some of that filthy mouth!"

"No!" I shout, twisting away. "I don't know where his mouth has been!"

Theo gasps and covers the invisible ears on Wante's bulbous head. "Are you calling him a…" He switches to his dramatic whisper again. "A whore?" He pronounces it ‘hoo-er' for some odd reason.

I don't bother trying to understand it, honestly.

"I'll be a ‘hoo-er' for you, baby," I say, my voice low and gravelly, and we both freeze and stare at each other as I pull my lips into a grimace. "That… didn't work, did it?"

He pats my cheek sympathetically. "No, honey, degradation is not your thing. Stick to being sweet."

We both laugh until he starts moving again, and I reach up to tug his thong aside, watching how he takes me. "Pushing those panties to the side will never get old," I groan as he rides me, the very tip of his cock peeking out from behind them.

Jokes and laughter fall to the wayside as he moves on top of me, and then we're both strung out and on edge. I'm biting my lip and refusing to blink, while his thighs get tight and tremble as he gulps for oxygen, puffing a quiet exhale on every deep grind.

"You're so fucking incredible," I mutter in awe, my fingers tracing the contours of his corset, the taut, satiny fabric gliding beneath my touch. "Every single thing about you is perfect." My hands land on his hips, thrusting up into the heat of his hole as it clamps around me like a vise.

His eyes roll back, and then his head, and my hands squeeze hard enough to bruise as we both lose control. I thrust and he chases, barely suspended above his orgasm as we battle the scorching heat that passes between us.

"I'm so close," he whimpers, his palms landing on my stomach as his movements lose their fluidity. Head thrown back and lips separated, he's a goddamned work of art. Breathtaking as he surrenders.

The sound he releases is some kind of helpless whimper, whatever words he was trying to form lost into a cry that makes my skin pebble, and I can't pry my eyes away as he falls apart. He is chasing it, just like me. Chasing the tension that boils beneath his skin, gasping in oxygen like he's nearly drowning.

His eyes are on fire as he snaps his head down to find mine, moaning my name with a pleasure that almost sends me straight over the edge. A torn-open shout wrenches from his throat as he bucks against me, crying out. "Fuck, Dante," he gasps, as creamy release flows from his cock and he maintains his motion, grinding on me as streams trickle down his shaft and soak his panties.

With a last drawn-out roll of his hips, he drops his head and licks up my torso. He slides up my skin, collecting his cum until he reaches my mouth, twisting his salty tongue against mine as we both groan.

I thrust into him, desperate, as he passes the taste between us. Musky and heady, and I slide my tongue against his, searching like I'm starving without it. I'm dancing on the edge, just about to lose it, when he lifts off me and lets my cock slap against my belly. "Shit, baby, that's evil," I grunt, pulsing and demanding release.

He scoots backward, dropping between my legs and lowering his head. I almost blow over when he draws one of my balls into his mouth, swirling his tongue and sucking gently before moving to the other. "I need to come," I whine as he releases my sac with a pop.

His tongue drags lower, and I freeze as his fingertips graze over the surface of my thighs. "If you want me to stop, I will." He doesn't go any further as his breath blows across my damp skin.

"I trust you," I whisper, and he pushes my legs so my knees are in the air and I'm open to him. Exposed. He tentatively brushes against my hole, hitting me in a rush of velvety heat. It's been so long that one of my feet shoots right off the bed, but he catches me and eases me back into position, anchoring his hands to my thighs.

He licks me in gentle, teasing passes that quickly turn into more. My cock leaps at the warm friction, and he uses more pressure, dragging the flat of his tongue against me. He hums against my ass as his lips and tongue work harder, kissing and licking, tongue flickering in firm strokes against the rim of my hole.

Taking my ass in his hands, he gently spreads my cheeks, moaning against me as the vibrations travel through my body. I slap at the mattress, gasping and moaning one long, drawn-out call of his name as I arch my back and try to fuck myself on his face.

Over and over, he drives me into oblivion with warm swipes and gentle nips, but I push against him, demanding. It's too much and not enough, and I'm going to explode if I don't get more. I reach for my cock, but he slaps me away as he spears his tongue inside me, working himself deeper as I cry out in a rush of garbled nonsense.

My fingers fight for purchase on the bed, gripping the sheets until my knuckles turn white as I thrust against his mouth. A surge of pre-cum shoots from my slit as he finally wraps his hand around me and pumps, and I flex my hips towards the ceiling as an explosion of greens and whites lights up behind my eyes.

"Theo, baby, please ," I whimper, and he pulls back, his face glistening with spit as he licks his lips.

"Is a finger okay?" he asks, and I nod in a rush. He licks up the underside of my cock and sucks the head into his mouth, but even that has me tensing and trying not to explode. A fingertip prods at my entrance in a gentle pulse, and I call out, still clawing at the sheets.

His cheeks hollow as his finger pushes inside me, and my loud moan is the only warning either of us gets before I explode. The noise that rushes from my lungs is loud and desperate as my cock beats heavy in his mouth, release crashing through me and cutting me right in half. The intensity launches my back right off the mattress, curling into the sensation as I come harder than I've ever come in my life.

It's pure, unfiltered pleasure, and I never want it to end.

When I fist his hair and thrust into his mouth again, his eyes meet mine, and I watch as cum seeps out of his lips and down my shaft. His finger pumps inside me, causing another surge of my release when he finds my prostate.

I'd forgotten how amazing this could be, how much pleasure the right person can bring.

"Fuck," I grunt, still thrusting as he tries and fails to swallow everything, until finally my head crashes back to the bed with a thud and he releases my cock to fall onto my hip. He looks extraordinarily pleased with himself, cum trickling down his chin.

"My soul left my body," I whisper as he swipes his thumbs over his face, wiping himself off before licking his fingers clean.

He grins. "Did you die and float to heaven?"

"What's past heaven? Because that's… that's where I am." He smiles as he presses his lips to mine. We kiss lazily for a couple of minutes before he withdraws and scoots down, repositioning himself between my thighs.

I swallow hard as the soft pads of his pointer finger skate against the lines of small round burns that scar my groin. He drops the gentlest kiss to them before meeting my eyes.

"I love you," he whispers, before moving back up my body. "Thank you for trusting me." The words barely reach my ears as he lays his head on my chest, tapping his hand over my heart that's still thudding away. "I'll always protect you… protect this." A giant lump forms in my throat as I swallow and nod, wrapping my arms around him and hugging him to me.

It's quiet, and peaceful, and perfect.

"Be honest with me," I whisper after a few minutes, and his head lifts as he glances at me with concern.

"Hmm?" he prompts.

"Wante did it for you, didn't he?" He throws his head back and laughs, then leans over to pick up the blow-up doll. Rubber squeaks as he smacks me with it, over and over again, until we're both laughing too hard to do anything but lie here and stare at the ceiling, smiling like fiends.