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41 " Tommy had wanted to claim him—and he had. Maybe now it was Tommy’s turn to be claimed. “That’s not a bad thing—or unexpected, so don’t worry about it. "
― S.E. Jakes , Not Fade Away (Hell or High Water, #3.5)
42 " He palmed his cock and rubbed along the piercings first, pulling them just enough to make him throb. He hissed at the pain and then fought a groan as he imagined Prophet doing this to him . . . The glass door opened, the steam rushed out, and Prophet stood there, watching. Before Tom could say anything, Prophet ordered, “Don’t stop now—jerk yourself, since you can’t keep your hands off it.” “Since when do you fucking tell me what to do?” Tom demanded crankily. Of course, he kept on sliding his hand up and down his cock, partly because fuck, it was good—better when ordered, sure—and partly because the look in Prophet’s eyes as he watched Tom doing it was just . . . Fuck. Fuck yes. “Don’t come though,” Prophet told him casually, and look who had a second wind. “Until when?” Tom gritted his teeth and slowed himself down. “Until I say. Clear enough?” Tom "
43 " Out of the shower, T. Right now.” Prophet’s voice was sharp enough to make Tom jump, mainly because he’d been buried in his own head. When he glanced at Prophet, he was pointing. Tom smirked, because it would only make Prophet go harder on him. “Are you seriously ordering me around?” “Are you seriously not going to fucking let me?” Prophet’s words were a growl that went straight to Tom’s dick. “Point taken.” Prophet’s eyes flashed. “Bed. Now.” Tom’s gut tightened in anticipation. His nerve endings tingled, almost to the point of pain. There was nothing better than Prophet’s undivided attention. There was also nothing worse than that, but especially during sex . . . It was the pain-pleasure point most of the time. Prophet "