Dash laughed before swallowing him down. Thorne wanted it to last, but every scrape of his sore ass against the sheets as he thrust up into Dash’s willing mouth sent him closer, and too soon he was shouting, groaning, giving Dash exactly what he’d wanted.

“Fuck,” Dash muttered as he laid his head against Thorne’s hip. “That… You…”

“Yeah. Yeah. You were right again. I like being spanked.”

Dash chuckled, his breath tickling Thorne’s sensitized skin. “Of course I was.”

“I’d even let you do it again.” Thorne didn’t like how readily he’d confessed that, but it was true.

“I will do it again.”

“Come up here. Let me take care of you.” Thorne didn’t want to leave Dash hanging, not after that amazing blowjob.

“No need,” Dash said. He rolled over on his back, and Thorne saw the wet spot on the front of his trousers.

Thorne couldn’t help but smile. This was the second time Dash had come before he’d meant to. Thorne loved that he affected Dash so strongly.

“Don’t you laugh at me.” Dash lifted his hips and pushed his pants over his legs before dropping them on the floor.

“It’s adorable.”

Dash scowled as he finished undressing. “Don’t patronize me either. I’m fucking annoyed.”

“I’m not.”

Dash looked at him. He seemed uncertain, not like himself.

“I love that you’re really into this, into fucking me, getting me off.”

Dash’s concern seemed to fade. “Good, because I’m going to get you off again.”

“No rush. We have all weekend.” Clearly he wasn’t as worn out as Thorne was.

Dash continued to study him with an unreadable expression.

“Don’t even try to back out.”

“I couldn’t possibly; you gave more than I ever expected.”

Thorne raised a brow. “You’re the one who was so sure I’d like it.”

“Like it yes, grudgingly admit it wasn’t so bad, but…”

Heat rushed to Thorne’s face. “You’re very good at what you do.”

“I don’t usually… What we just did…”

Dash looked…embarrassed? That didn’t seem right. Thorne stroked Dash’s chest, then toyed with his soft cock, feeling it grow just a bit, not serious yet, but letting Thorne know there would be more later. He brushed his hand over Dash’s balls and then let the coarse hair on Dash’s thighs tickle his hand.

“Don’t stop,” Dash said, voice barely there. Thorne could feel Dash’s pulse racing under his fingers.