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Min Jae chuckled. “You’ve already got me where you want me. You don’t need to waste our time with posturing.”

“Posturing?” Andy playfully huffed, ducking his head andbending at the waist until his mouth hovered just above Min Jae’s. “I’ll show you posturing,” he breathed.

Andy pulled away, sliding toward the edge of the bed so he could reach Min Jae’s chest with his mouth. He explored Min Jae’s body with kisses, starting at his collarbone, continuing down his chest until he reached Min Jae’s tiny, perky little nipple. He engulfed it, drawing a moaning spasm that almost threw Andy off him. Andy buckled down, suckling on Min Jae’s nipple until his bucking was almost too much.

Andy briefly came up for air, licking his lips as he grinned. “I always figured you’d like that.”

“You wha–” Min Jae’s heaving breath made it impossible for him to speak. “How’d you–”

Andy shifted, planting his mouth on Min Jae’s other nipple before he could demand any explanations. His squirming resumed, but Andy held him in place, lowering his weight onto Min Jae’s hips until he pressed against his insistent, throbbing erection. Andy attached Min Jae’s nipple with his tongue, flicking and swirling around it until Min Jae’s gasping moans echoed through the small bedroom.

Andy shifted again, abandoning his hold on Min Jae’s arms and giving his overstimulated nipple a rest. He backed off the bed, settling onto the floor between Min Jae’s knees. He kissed his way down the lines of Min Jae’s torso to his belly button, pausing there for a moment to inhale Min Jae’s delicious scent, before looking up. “Time to free the beast.” He reached for the top of Min Jae’s shorts. “Ready?”

Min Jae nodded, meeting Andy’s gaze through a haze of delirium. “God, yes.”

Chuckling, Andy tugged Min Jae’s waistband down, exposing his neatly trimmed mat of black pubic hair. No underwear? This guy was full of surprises. He tugged further, until Min Jae’s erection finally sprang free. On the pinker side of brown, like his nipples, Min Jaes’s cock was long and sleek, topping out in aneatly circumcised mushroom head, a glistening droplet of precum balancing on the tip. Andy tugged again, freeing Min Jae’s balls, already tight and firm from all the nipple work. Andy inhaled deeply, Min Jae’s naturally musky scent mingling with the bright bergamot and green tea body wash from his bathroom. “Want me to put it in my mouth?”

“Yes,” Min Jae moaned, his bouncing erection an exclamation point.

Andy lunged, plunging Min Jae’s cock into his mouth until it tickled the back of his throat. He backed off slightly, wary of choking on it. He’d blown plenty of guys, but not so often that he’d ever totally overcome his gag reflex. Then he set his tongue into motion, swirling it around the shaft as he slowly pumped his head up and down until he finally had to come up for air. He quickly filled his lungs and dove down for more, but Min Jae’s hand shot out to stop him.

“Wait.”

Frowning, Andy quickly looked up to meet Min Jae’s no longer delirious gaze. “Something wrong?”

Min Jae shook his head as he sat up. “No, nothing.” He grinned. “I’m just anxious for my turn. Stand up.”

Andy chuckled, suddenly nervous as he stood before Min Jae, his own erection straining against the front of his jean shorts. The last time anyone had seen him naked–like, hard, leaking, about-to-have-sex naked–had turned into a disaster. He banished the unpleasant memory, focusing instead on Min Jae reaching for the button on his shorts. Min Jae easily popped it open with a finger and thumb before grabbing his shorts on either side and tugging them down. For a moment, Andy forgot that he’d recently trimmed, too, expecting to see his cock poking out from a thick forest of black hair. But the costumes for his mission stages had been unforgiving, and the Korean censors were notoriously averse to body hair.

“You’re uncut,” Min Jae announced, his eyebrows raised. “Ihaven’t played with someone’s foreskin in forever.” He leaned forward, closely inspecting Andy’s cock for a moment before meeting his gaze again. “Can I touch it?”

Andy grinned despite his nerves, hoping he didn’t look too unhinged. “As long as you take good care of it.”

Min Jae solemnly nodded. “I promise.” Andy’s knees almost buckled as Min Jae grabbed his shaft with a cool hand, gently cupping his balls with the other. “Heavy. I like that.” He softly caressed Andy’s balls as he gently tugged at his cock, pulling the loose skin forward until it bunched around the head. He brushed his thumb against Andy’s foreskin, producing a thick drop of precum that he collected and deposited into his mouth. “Delicious.”

Andy’s breath hitched in his throat as, almost without warning, Min Jae opened his mouth and swallowed Andy whole. No gag reflex there, as Andy felt his cock brush against the back of Min Jae’s throat. Not that Andy was all that huge. But Min Jae seemed to know what he was doing, because Andy was in heaven. His knees finally buckled, forcing him to grab Min Jae’s shoulder to keep steady, when Min Jae’s free hand cupped Andy’s ass, rubbing it in time with his hand on Andy’s balls and his plunging blow job. The combo sent Andy wild, his groans ringing out, as the tension began to build behind his impending orgasm.

“Stop,” Andy muttered, almost breathless, “not yet.”

Min Jae pulled off Andy’s cock, grinning with something like pride as he nodded. “Yeah, okay. Maybe we should partner up here?” His grin spread a little wider. “Another duet?”

Andy chuckled as much for the surreal situation of standing before a kneeling Min Jae waving a wet, throbbing erection in his face, as for Min Jae’s slutty pun. “Hell yeah.” He stepped out of his shorts as Min Jae climbed onto the bed and lay on his side. Andy got on next, lying on his side in the opposite direction. He’d barely gotten situated when Min Jae sucked Andy’s cockinto the warm wet pocket of his mouth. Damn, gotta hurry. No time.

Andy quickly inhaled Min Jae’s erection, fighting to focus as Min Jae’s tongue found its way under his foreskin, letting out a muffled moan. How did he know how to do that? Was there anything this guy couldn’t do? Andy pulled off for long enough to wet his finger before sucking in Min Jae’s cock again. Time to bring out the big guns. He swirled his tongue around the tip, lapping up the endlessly leaking precum as he reached under Min Jae’s leg.

Min Jae’s insistent groan vibrated against Andy’s cock as he softly ran his wet finger between Min Jae’s legs before finding his target. First, just a little teasing, brushing it with his fingertip, applying a little pressure, circling his finger around the edges. Min Jae bucked again, and Andy felt the slightest scrape of teeth on his skin. So, not perfect, thank God. But the brief pain was soon gone, washing away in a wave of animal bliss as his orgasm knocked on the door. Andy answered, pressing his finger against Min Jae’s hole to more insistent groaning–not sticking it in, but definitely ringing the doorbell.

Min Jae pulled himself out of Andy’s mouth, crying out as a fountain of cum erupted from his cock, splattering across Andy’s forehead, chin, and chest. Andy tried to do the same, but Min Jae slipped his hands around Andy, gripping his ass and holding him in place as he unloaded nearly a week’s worth of cum down Min Jae’s throat.

“Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit,” Andy mumbled as Min Jae clamped down with his lips, sucking in and swallowing every last drop from Andy’s load. He shuddered as Min Jae pulled off slowly, running his tongue along Andy’s shaft before finally letting go.

Min Jae rolled onto his back, letting out a contented sigh. “Sorry, I should’ve asked, but–”

“But you’re greedy,” Andy replied, chuckling as he lay back. “It’s fine.” He grabbed his shirt from the floor to wipe off his face. “If you want me to shoot in your mouth, I’ll shoot in your mouth.”

Min Jae chuckled, too. “Just in my mouth?”

Andy raised an unseen eyebrow. “Oh? You want it somewhere else, too? I could arrange that.” He lifted his head, enjoying the low view of Min Jae’s long body, glistening with sweat in the late afternoon sun. “We never talked about this, but I always assumed you were a top. Or verse.”