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    Rhys to just take that pretty prick into his own hands, but he
    wouldn’t he’d promised himself he’d keep his hands off
    Sterling until Sterling was in college. Hell, he’d already
    relaxed his rules enough to kiss Sterling properly. He wasn’t
    doing more, no matter how badly Sterling pushed.
    He made these sweet little grunting noises thrusting against
    Rhys’ stomach. His tongue was all over the place, against
    Rhys’ tongue, on his teeth, tracing his lips. Finally, Sterling
    pulled back, his eyes heavy-lidded and pleading. “Please.
    Touch me, please.”
    Rhys groaned and shook his head. “No. Touch yourself, baby,
    Let me watch.”
    “But—”
    He stuck his finger to Sterling’s lips. “Turn around and lean
    on me.”
    For a moment Sterling looked like he would argue, but rose up
    on his knees, waiting for Rhys to get situated so Sterling could
    sit between them. When Rhys pushed the covers further down,
    Sterling grabbed him again.
    “I want this.”
    His cock jerked into Sterling’s touch. Rhys closed his eyes and
    prayed for patience. His whole body trembled wanting nothing
    more than to press his gorgeous vivacious mate into the
    mattress and make love to him.
    “I’m not a kid, damn it. Don’t tell me you are still stuck on
    this, ‘wait until Sterling is in college,’ shit.” Sterling squeezed
    Rhys’ cock and leaned forward and licked his lips. “Please.”
    Shaking his head, Rhys pulled Sterling until he was in
    between his outspread legs with his naked back against Rhys’
    bare chest. Please don’t argue with me. He just didn’t know
    how he’d stick to his guns if Sterling forced the issue, because
    god knew Rhys’ body was convinced that Sterling knew best
    at this point. As it was, his balls were going to ache like a son
    of a bitch. Maybe he could wait until Sterling was asleep and
    take care of it.
    Rocking back and forth, Sterling pressed his back into Rhys’
    erection making him moan. Fuck. He was definitely going to
    have to go to the bathroom and jerk off once Sterling was
    asleep. Hissing out a breath at the amazing feel of Sterling’s
    back against him, he wrapped his arm around Sterling’s chest.
    “Touch yourself.”
    Without hesitation, Sterling nodded and grabbed his prick. “I
    wish you’d let me touch you.”
    “Not now. Just do this, please, let me watch.” He kissed
    Sterling’s shoulder.
    “Mmm…” Sterling’s slim long fingered hand squeezed the
    long dark prick. A drop of precum beaded to the surface. He
    dropped his head back on Rhys’ shoulder and started stroking,
    slow and easy at first. By the time he’d set up a steady rhythm
    he was nuzzling Rhys’ neck and licking his throat.
    Rhys didn’t take his eyes off that quick hand and the slick
    shiny head peeking out. It was tempting to close his eyes and
    lose himself in the sensations Sterling’s mouth was producing,
    but he didn’t. He didn’t want to miss this. Sterling was so
    fucking beautiful with his long lean body and dark smooth
    skin. Rhys dragged his fingers across the muscled abdomen
    down the trail of black hair below his navel. He had the
    perfect view from where he was. His own stomach tensed, his
    cock jerking against Sterling’s back.
    Sterling’s hand moved faster, the smell of his arousal
    increased. Fangs dug into Rhys’ neck, pinching but not
    drawing blood. Sterling’s stomach muscles tensed first then
    his thigh muscles jumped. “Rhys… Gonna…”
    “Yeah.” Rhys turned his head stealing a quick kiss. He swiped
    his tongue across Sterling’s lips and one fang.
    Sterling’s back arched and a ragged groan tore from his lips.
    He turned his head back, watching his hand just as he came.
    Thick strings of white covered his hand, his stomach and even
    the back of Rhys’ hand where it rested on Sterling’s taut
    abdomen. Sterling’s breath panted out in between moans.
    Fucking beautiful. Rhys prick throbbed, his balls drawing
    tight.
    Finally, Sterling’s hand slowed and his body relaxed. He
    melted into Rhys, turning his face to kiss Rhys’ chin. His arms
    wrapped around Rhys’ arms, mashing them hard against
    Sterling’s chest, making them even cozier.
    He should get up and get a rag and clean Sterling up…hell he
    should grab his own prick and give it a few tugs, that’s all it
    would take, but he didn’t want to move. There was just
    nothing that seemed urgent enough to make him relinquish the
    debauched angel in his arms. Damn,