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Slowly, he pushed it in, just the first digit, before pulling out again. He went farther the second time.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Simon hissed above him, and Trevor couldn’t help but smile.

He palmed Simon’s ass cheek with one hand, squeezed, and then pushed so Simon got the message. He leaned farther over the table, his chest flat on it, his legs wide to give Trevor better access.

That’s when he used his tongue on Simon again, tongue, finger, tongue, finger. He loved this, pleasuring a man. Pleasuring this man. He wasn’t lying. He could do this all night.

“You asked what it is about me? It’s the same for you. Jesus, if you knew what you do to me.”

Trevor fucked Simon with both his finger and his tongue. The dog barked again, possibly sounding closer, but Trevor didn’t stop licking, didn’t stop fingering. Simon’s dick didn’t touch the table, hanging beneath it and over the edge, making Trevor remember the other part of his promise.

He stroked once, pushed his finger in deeper, looking for Simon’s prostate. As soon as he rubbed the spot, Simon jerked, and tensed, moaning.

“I can’t believe I never knew about that before you.” He rode Trevor’s finger, pushing back into him as Trevor touched it again. “Fuck. I’m going to...” Trevor pulled back, pulled his hand away, grabbed Simon’s waist and turned him. He covered the head of Simon’s prick with his mouth just as the first pulse squeezed out. Another one was right behind it, salty, thick come filling Trevor’s mouth.

He sucked the end, wringing it dry before standing.

Trevor leaned forward, kissed the back of Simon’s neck and said, “I’m not done with your ass. I want to fuck you. Can I?”

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

Simon gave the best fucking answer possible. He went to move, but Trevor told him, “Stay still.”

His bag was right inside the doorway to the deck. Trevor went inside, and got a condom and lube.

He ripped open the package with shaky hands. Squeezed lube into his palm, and stroked his condom-covered erection.

“Lean forward again, baby. Yeah. That’s it.” He lined himself up behind Simon and pushed inside. The second he did, he heard the voices, the dog bark again.

“Shit,” Simon whispered, but Trevor just smiled.

“Lean forward a little more.” And he did, flat on the table, and Trevor went down over him. In their position he had to stand on his toes to be able to move inside Simon the way he wanted, but he made it work—slow, deep movement, their bodies touching nearly everywhere.

“Christ, that feels good. Right there.” Simon’s voice was a hoarse whisper.

If the people on the sidewalk looked, they’d possibly see them. In this moment, Trevor was pretty sure neither of them cared.

“I could stay here and not move, be inside you all night,” he whispered back. He’d paused but then pulled out slowly and shoved forward again. He kept going, slow and quiet, fucking Simon—no, not fucking but making love to him—until the people walked by and were out of sight.

Trevor pulled almost all the way out and slammed forward again—harder this time. The table moved but they followed it. Simon reached down, grabbing his cock that was already hard again.

He fucked his own hand while Trevor made love to him—all that tight heat around him. “You feel so good. I never knew...never knew...” He never knew it could be like this.

“Harder,” Simon told him and Trevor obeyed. He slammed in, pulled out, and slammed in again. His balls felt like they could explode, but he wanted to keep going, to hold it off as long as he could.

“Trev...oh, fuck yes. Trevor...” Simon stiffened. His ass squeezed tighter, and Trevor couldn’t hold it back anymore. He let go, jumping off the fucking edge. Come spilled out of him, once, twice, three times, as he kept moving inside Simon.

And then, he couldn’t move. His body was toast. He dropped forward, giving Simon his weight. Simon shifted, moved Trevor off of him but didn’t let go of him, either.

“Thank you...Fuck, I can’t...”

“It’s okay,” Trevor cut him off. “Just take me to bed. Give me a little time to rest, and then it’s your turn to do that to me.”

***

Simon was on edge the whole next morning. It was a minor surgery compared to the ones he’d performed himself. It wasn’t that part of it that worried him.

It was the after. It was the waiting, the wondering, the possibility; but also the doubt that carried more weight than his hope did.

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