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JANE BARON ˆˆˆˆˆ<br />
FUGUE<br />
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take Blake in his mouth. Blake, identifying the<br />
gesture, found himself changing position, dizzily<br />
grasping the back of Avon’s neck with his<br />
free hand and pulling him up on his knees for a<br />
kiss.<br />
If it wasn’t what Avon wanted, it was<br />
close enough. He pressed his open mouth to<br />
Blake’s, more aggressive than at any point before,<br />
drawing Blake’s tongue in to suck on it as<br />
if he were sucking on Blake’s cock. The sensation<br />
was riveting, and Blake felt himself start to<br />
go wild inside, his erection swelling again. He<br />
accelerated the circling motion, noting dimly<br />
how the tight ring of muscles had loosened and<br />
relaxed to him. As he felt Avon’s fingers dig<br />
painfully into his shoulders, he reached down to<br />
pump the man’s rigid shaft with his other hand.<br />
Avon’s whimpering was continuous,<br />
now, a near-sobbing deep in his throat, as he<br />
sucked on Blake’s tongue and thrust into<br />
Blake’s hand. A new pleasure, fierce and possessive,<br />
blossomed inside Blake at the knowledge<br />
that he was responsible for this astonishing<br />
loss of control. He had made Avon this hot, and<br />
he was going to finish it for him, going to make<br />
it good.<br />
He found a firm knot of flesh buried in<br />
the silken wall around his finger and pressed it<br />
and Avon cried out sharply into his mouth.<br />
Breathless, he massaged it briskly, and the<br />
whimpers came helplessly higher, as Avon<br />
wrenched his head back away from the kiss. The<br />
dark eyes were wide open but glassy, the fair<br />
skin flushed and mottled from throat to thigh. It<br />
was time; Avon needed to come now. Further<br />
delay would bring not pleasure but pain.<br />
With a ragged breath, Blake pushed<br />
Avon flat on his back again, then bent to hover<br />
over his straining cock a moment before dropping<br />
on it suddenly and swallowing the head. His<br />
sheathed finger moved rhythmically against the<br />
sensitive gland, while his supporting arm<br />
pressed into Avon’s abdomen, holding him<br />
down, triggering deep, involuntary reflexes.<br />
The whimpers rose sharply in pitch, wildly<br />
beseeching, and then were suddenly cut short.<br />
Avon’s legs stretched out, his head fell back, lips<br />
opening and closing soundlessly. Then, with an<br />
almost inaudible wail, he surrendered to the<br />
spasms, body going lyrically mad before<br />
Blake’s eyes.<br />
The first convulsion sent a gout of slick<br />
warmth against the back of Blake’s throat.<br />
Taken unawares, he pulled back, then moved<br />
quickly to recapture the organ. He swallowed<br />
automatically, half his mind busy admiring the<br />
sight of Avon lost in passion, another part noting<br />
incidentally the surprising strength of the contractions<br />
around his finger. The last mouthful he<br />
held under his tongue, consideringly. It was<br />
piquant and faintly salty. The taste of Avon’s<br />
skin, he supposed.<br />
He should, he realized belatedly, have<br />
withdrawn his finger before the climax was<br />
over. Avon trembled slightly, as if in discomfort,<br />
as he slipped it free now. Otherwise he lay<br />
motionless, lashes casting violet shadows on his<br />
cheeks, heaving chest slowly quietening.<br />
Blake swallowed hard. He could still<br />
feel Avon is his mouth, along his tongue and<br />
palate and at the back of his throat. The sensation<br />
was not unpleasant, but unusual. The whole<br />
experience had been exciting, electrifyingly so,<br />
and now he ached once again with unreleased<br />
tension. Avon’s reaction to his gentle invasion<br />
had fueled a fire in his imagination, and just now<br />
what he wanted more than anything was to lift<br />
the smaller man’s legs in his arms and ease<br />
himself full-length into the tight sheath of<br />
Avon’s body. To feel that moist clinging channel<br />
around his cock, to feel the trembling and the<br />
contractions firsthand, with that most sensitive<br />
part of himself, to be inside Avon…he wanted it<br />
so badly his gut churned.<br />
And he couldn’t have it. Even if there<br />
had not been the question of policy, of respect<br />
for the waking Avon’s rights—he couldn’t. His<br />
companion was not merely exhausted, he was<br />
annihilated; head falling to one side, limbs<br />
asprawl, each weighted with their own intrinsic<br />
heaviness. His cock, still glistening damply and<br />
rosily from Blake’s attentions, rested soft and<br />
ˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆ PÆAN TO PRIAPUS ˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆ<br />
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