" Tom was precariously close to coming himself and fuck no, he didn’t want this to end. Not yet. Instead, he pulled out and grabbed Prophet around the chest, forcing him to straighten up. He bit the side of his neck, sucked hard. And then he took Prophet’s hand, forced him to fist it, leaving his pointer finger out. Then he took Prophet’s wrist and made him circle his finger around his own leaking cock, catching pre-cum. Then he tugged Prophet’s hand up to his mouth and said, “Open.” Prophet did. Guiding him, he watched Prophet rub his finger along his own tongue. And then Tom moved Prophet’s hand out of the way, turned Prophet’s head to the side so he could put his own mouth on Prophet’s, licking the man’s tongue. Prophet groaned and bucked his ass back against him. Tom knew it was killing him not to come. “Good, Proph. So fucking good watching you like this . . . all easy for me.” “You’re so dirty, T.” “For you.” “You so fucking love this.” “And you push me to it on goddamned purpose,” Tom ground out. Prophet shrugged his answer. Tom "

― S.E. Jakes , Not Fade Away (Hell or High Water, #3.5)