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JANE BARON ˆˆˆˆˆ<br />
FUGUE<br />
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sharply from his lungs.<br />
Such a tiny sensation to cause that violent<br />
reaction—the feathery brush of Avon’s hair<br />
on his exposed inner thigh. Aghast and rapt, he<br />
stared.<br />
Avon was doing this, was holding his<br />
thighs apart, face so close to his straining genitals<br />
that he could feel warm breath caressing<br />
them now. From this angle the eyes half-closed<br />
in sleep could just as well have been lidded in<br />
passion, in a connoisseur’s appreciation as he<br />
relished the moment before taking Blake into his<br />
mouth.<br />
A flash of sanity showed him his vulnerability,<br />
and Blake again felt something akin<br />
to panic. But the sight of that angelic face, those<br />
sculpted lips, hovering above him held him<br />
mesmerized. Frozen, he watched the lips stretch<br />
to encompass his swollen, dark red cock and<br />
then sensation struck. With a groan he fell back,<br />
hips jerking upward to sheath himself in beautiful<br />
heat.<br />
Hazily, at some level still capable of<br />
coherent thought, he worried now about Avon’s<br />
vulnerability, about giving him more than he<br />
could take. But he sensed no recoil or withdrawal<br />
in the other man, only a voracious ripple<br />
of throat muscles and a rhythmic tonguing that<br />
set his senses reeling.<br />
The tongue discovered a particularly<br />
sensitive spot and started to tease it and Blake<br />
found both his hands tangled in soft hair as he<br />
panted harshly. He tugged blindly to bring Avon<br />
up once more, not to stop him, he had no thought<br />
of that any longer, but to touch, to try to return<br />
some of the delight he was receiving. Clumsily,<br />
he fumbled with the tech’s clothes, impatient of<br />
fastenings. But even as he pushed the last of<br />
them aside, he felt himself being carefully, relentlessly<br />
overridden.<br />
That incredible mouth was ravishing<br />
him again, almost hurtful tender kisses, and this<br />
time, when it reached his groin and took him in,<br />
Blake moaned tearingly and clasped Avon’s<br />
head to keep it there. Small sounds escaped him<br />
as his whole body vibrated in response to the<br />
delicious moist friction. There was no trace of<br />
reluctance left in him now; fingers woven in<br />
warm silk, he groaned his pleasure and prayed<br />
for it to go on. For Avon to keep doing exactly<br />
what he was doing…for just another minute.<br />
Just a little longer…please, Avon…please…<br />
He heard himself cry out in acceptance.<br />
And then he was soaring, effortlessly, on wave<br />
after wave of pure elation, emptying himself in<br />
long slow jets into the other man’s mouth. Oh,<br />
exquisite. And Avon, no longer shuttered, a<br />
receptacle to oblige him…<br />
He fell back on the bed breathless and<br />
drained. Blinking through the mist of sweat and<br />
bliss he saw Avon lying on his side, head pillowed<br />
on Blake’s thigh, lungs laboring. A rush<br />
of bruising tenderness swept through Blake—<br />
and swiftly after, a flood of renewed concern.<br />
It had not occurred to him to give Avon<br />
the chance to pull away at the end. He had, in<br />
fact, been all but holding Avon prisoner. With<br />
hands that still trembled slightly from the strain<br />
of release he stroked sweat-damped hair, then<br />
gently pulled the other man up beside him.<br />
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. I<br />
stopped thinking…” He found himself talking to<br />
the top of Avon’s head as Avon resumed his<br />
customary position buried against Blake’s neck.<br />
“I didn’t hurt you…?” He cupped a hand under<br />
Avon’s chin, forcing his face up.<br />
Those chestnut eyes were still halfclosed<br />
and wholly unseeing. The sultry look<br />
caused things to happen in Blake’s stomach,<br />
even dead in the middle of a refractory period as<br />
he was. There was semen on the pretty lips.<br />
Shakily, Blake wiped it away, and then kissed<br />
the lips as he sent a hand gliding down Avon’s<br />
back. The feel of the warm, sweat-slick bare<br />
flesh was intoxicating and now all he wanted<br />
was to give pleasure in the same degree as he had<br />
taken it.<br />
Gently, he lowered Avon again, the<br />
smaller body offering no resistance, trusting<br />
him. His lips parted in appreciation as he lost<br />
himself in the pleasure of touching, eyes devouring<br />
the sensuous responses as his fingers roved<br />
ˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆ PÆAN TO PRIAPUS ˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆˆ<br />
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