“Eating you,” Dash said.

He leaned forward and sucked Thorne’s nipple into his mouth, stealing the breath Thorne needed to launch a protest. He licked and sucked, cleaning off all the icing. Thorne was now fully hard and fighting the urge to squirm. Dash gave his other nipple the same treatment. “Good?”

Thorne nodded reluctantly. Dash loaded his fork with a bite of cake and fed it to Thorne.

“Tasty?” Dash asked.

“Oh, yes,” Thorne said, but it wasn’t the cake. It was the way Dash was looking at him. Thorne knew he was far from done with this man. “Don’t let me stop you. You seemed to be enjoying your nonconventional eating methods.”

“Oh, I am.”

Dash scooped up more icing and filling and spread them on Thorne’s cock, and Thorne gripped the edge of the couch to keep from pushing Dash’s head to his crotch. He wanted to let this play out if he could stand it. How was he so fucking hard when he’d already come once that night?

Dash licked him, barely touching his cock with his tongue. It was torture, but finally Dash had him all cleaned up. That’s when he started sucking in earnest.

No, Thorne wasn’t going to let things end like this. “Dash. Dash!”

Dash pulled back and looked up.

“I want to fuck you this time.”

Dash grinned. “I would like that very much. Don’t move. I’ll get what we need.”

“You want me to fuck you here?”

Dash nodded. “Something about having you on the couch, all cake smeared. It’s just perfect.”

Thorne loved the idea.

“Grab a blanket from the closet by the door. We’ll use it to protect the couch. I have a feeling things will get messy.”

Dash grinned. “I’m counting on it.”

They spread the blanket out, and Dash reclined against the arm of the couch. He lifted his legs and held them doubled on his chest, showing off his ass, which Thorne now wanted desperately.

Thorne opened Dash up, driving his fingers deep, not being gentle. Dash moaned and squirmed, obviously loving it. “Fuck me, Thorne. Please.”

He was so beautiful, and he really did seem as desperate to be fucked as he had to top Thorne. Thorne’s hands shook as he rolled on the condom. He’d intended to play with Dash, to cover him in icing like he’d done to Thorne, but he was too impatient, too desperate to feel that tight hole clasp around his dick.

He teased Dash, pushing a finger just barely inside him. “You ready for my cock?”

“So ready!”

“Good. Because I’m going to give it all to you. Can you take that?”

“I can take anything you want to give me.”

He was perfect. Exactly what Thorne wanted. What if… No. Focus on the sex. That’s what Dash was here for, what he was paid for.