Huge and hard, it jutted proudly against the other man’s toned stomach, its wide mushroom head colored an angry purple. Massive, heavy balls, sprinkled with hair, hung below the alluring display, and Micah probably would have sold his soul just to have been able to roll them between his fingers and suck them into his mouth.

Micah’s mouth literally watered at the thought, and he knew he was staring, but he didn’t think anyone on God’s green Earth could blame him. “Your turn,” Damon said, crawling onto the bed so that his knees caged Micah in.

Micah instinctively lifted his hips up off the bed to help the man roll his pajama pants down his legs. Damon chucked them next to his own on the floor before returning to deal with Micah’s briefs. He fiddled with the elastic band of the underwear.

“May I?”

Not trusting his voice, Micah nodded, the action stilted.

“I’m going to need you to use your words, Micah.”

Fucking overbearing, domineering (stupidly considerate) asshole. Micah sucked in a breath. “What happened to making it so I couldn’t talk?”

Damon smirked. “Soon,” he said, still not making a move to pull down Micah’s underwear.

Micah groaned. Fuck. What did the man want? For him to beg? Micah was just desperate enough in that moment to do it. “Please.”

Damon’s face twisted at the word, almost like he was in pain (or incredibly turned-on), and then he was yanking Micah’s underwear down his legs. Micah’s cock sprang free, so hard it thwacked against his belly button, sticky precum already smeared across the head.

Micah had never been particularly self-conscious about his cock (see: unsolicited dick pic). Sure, he wasn’t as long or as thick as Damon, but he’d always thought he was a respectable size – proportionate to the rest of his body.

But there was something so intimate about the way Damon sat back and stared – completely unabashed. It made Micah squirm, stuck between wanting to preen under his watchful gaze and cover himself with his hands.

“Fuck.”

Micah’s cock twitched. “That’s the idea,” he gritted out.

Damon’s eyes flickered to his when he spoke, and Micah could see how dark they were – almost black, like his pupils were threatening to completely overcome the irises. He looked unquestionably… hungry.

Micah licked his lips.

Damon’s eyes followed the movement of his tongue. “Brat,” he muttered, and then he was on him, crushing Micah’s body with his own as he crashed their mouths together. It was an unsophisticated clashing of teeth and a frenzied battle of the mouths. Damon’s tongue forced itself between his lips, and Micah was all to willing to suck it inside his mouth.