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" He made a mental note to tell that to Tom as the man half collapsed on him for a few moments. He reached up, ran a hand through Tom’s sweat-soaked hair, yanking him down hard for a kiss. Tom’s tongue claimed his mouth, his way of telling Prophet that it wasn’t over, not until Tom said so. And no, he wasn’t stopping. The rest of it was a blur, with Tom pulling out, turning Prophet onto his back, taking his time licking, sucking, not leaving any of Prophet’s skin untouched. And Prophet was patient enough to allow it, the haze of orgasms softening him for the moment. That "
― S.E. Jakes , Daylight Again (Hell or High Water, #3)
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" took a handful of the small cubes and placed them on Tommy’s chest. The man’s skin was on fire and when Prophet touched him, he jolted, nipples tightening, and grabbed Prophet’s wrist. Prophet let Tom hold him, but he took one of the cubes and dragged it to a nipple, circling it first around the piercing, then putting it directly onto the already taut tip. Tommy was staring at him, but Prophet was too busy concentrating on his work. He blew on the nipple, and Tommy moaned. And that might be the best thing he’d ever heard. He did the same thing again, circled the nipple, touched the peak, blew, and then he leaned in and bit it before sucking on it, playing with the barbell under his tongue and between his teeth. Tommy flailed, caught his shoulders for purchase, and groaned. Dug his fingers into Prophet’s hair, sending a jolt of incredible, searing hot straight to Prophet’s cock. Jutted his hips against Prophet’s cock like he had no control over himself. Which "
― S.E. Jakes , Daylight Again (Hell or High Water, #3)