Instead of verbally answering, Micah merely went back to work, taking as much of Damon in his mouth as he could, and making sure to wrap his hands around what he couldn’t, jerking him in time with his mouth as he bobbed his head up and down, rubbing at the veiny underside with his thumb.

Shutting out all other thoughts, Micah focused only on the feeling of Damon’s cock, heavy on his tongue, and the dark, musky scent of him in his nose where it brushed up against wiry pubic hair.

He gorged himself on the man’s cock, gag reflex threatening to trigger over and over again, until his eyes were watering and drool was dripping down his chin. Until the man above him was gasping out praise between intelligible moans and cuss words.

Damon’s thighs were trembling with the effort to hold back, and Micah was hard in his underwear – convinced he could come from the heady sense of power that came with knowing it was him pulling those wanton moans from the man above him alone.

It wasn’t long before the hands on his head were tugging forcefully at the roots of his hair. “Micah, tesoro, I’m going to come-”

Micah knew he meant the words as a warning – Damon was telling him to disengage now or live with the consequences.

Micah wanted the consequences – badly. And just in case his refusal to budge wasn’t enough of a hint for Damon to understand that, the way he hollowed out his cheeks and hummed around the man’s dick certainly should have been.

Micah heard Damon shout, his body shuddering at the force of the orgasm that took hold of him, and spurt after spurt of the man’s hot cum shot down Micah’s throat.

Micah couldn’t get enough of it, slurping it down like the whore Damon thought he was.

When he was finally spent, Damon heaved Micah up by the armpits before cupping his face and kissing him unabashedly on the mouth. “Thank you.”

Needless to say, the crepes had been cold by the time they had gotten to them. They were still delicious, though – and totally worth it.

Unfortunately, Micah hadn’t seen Damon since their flight back to New York. He’d had to fly back out to Italy – with Uncle Marco and his sisters this time – a few days later. Tessa had been gone, too. She’d taken vacation from work so she could spend Christmas with her mother out in Idaho, and had left before Micah had gotten back from his impromptu trip.

This meant that Micah had spent a low-key Christmas at his dad’s place, watching football and scarfing down Chinese takeout. Which was fine, but he’d been practically dying to go over the details of his trip to Italy with Tessa. He thought she’d be excited for him, or possibly smug.