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“God,” he moans.

“You look like a wet dream, Specs,” I say, flicking his nipple with my thumb, fucking him hard enough that he loses his grip. “But you’re mine, isn’t that right?”

He nods quickly.

“That’s right. So c’mon, my little exhibitionist. Squeeze me. Strangle me. Show our guest who you respond to and paint this goddamn dresser.”

Emil comes with a hoarse cry, his entire body shuddering, his ass clenching around me so tight I curse. I grind into him shallowly, the heat and pressure making it impossible not to follow him into orgasm. It’s like a kick to my gut as my cock jerks inside his body, emptying, flooding his ass as I grapple to keep myself upright. Emil groans, his body milking me in little bursts, the both of us shaking as we try to catch our breaths.

“Holy fuck,” Emil finally says, rolling in a shiver.

“Okay?” I ask, stepping back enough to slip from his ass. The evidence of his orgasm is splashed across the dresser.

He nods, but he’s shaky when he reaches for me, so I wrap an arm around his waist, helping him over to the bed. He flops onto it unceremoniously, not objecting when I encourage him to roll to the side so I can get the sheets out from under him.

“You fucked me to death,” he mumbles, a sleepy smile on his face.

“What a way to go,” I retort, running my fingers through his hair before plucking off his glasses and setting them on the nightstand. “Be right back, okay?”

He hums, his eyes already closing. Not bothering to cover myself any more than what the tutu conceals, I head to the adjoining room, shutting the door to a crack behind me. Tanner flips on the light near the couch.

“Hey,” I say. “Thanks again, Tanner. I appreciate you helping us out.”

He stands up with a chuckle. “Uh, yeah, man. Anytime. That was seriously hot.”

I grin. “Glad you enjoyed it. See you at work?”

“You bet,” he says, giving me a two-finger salute as he heads for the door. He pauses with his hand on the doorknob. “Hey, Christian? I’m really glad Emil has you. I’ve worked with him for years, but… I’ve never seen him as happy as he’s been these past few months. You’re good for him.”

My throat feels tight as I nod. “Thanks, Tanner. That means a lot.”

His lips quirk into a smile, and he heads out the door. I shut off the light before rejoining Emil in our room. He’s still sprawled out in bed, and I drop my rather soiled tutu on the floor before sliding in next to him.

He rolls to me instantly, his head finding a home on my shoulder. “Was there really someone watching?” he asks, voice drowsy.

“There was.”

After a moment, he says, “Thank you for doing that, Christian. I just… Thank you.”

“Yeah, Specs,” I answer, wrapping my arms around him tight. “Boyfriends who play together stay together, isn’t that right?”

He huffs a small laugh. “It sure won’t be boring, that’s for certain.”

“What’s that?”

“Our future,” he answers, a gentle smile on his face. “Our life together. It’s gonna be unpredictable, and I can’t wait.”

My chest squeezes, heart aching in the best possible way. “Yeah, Specs,” I say softly. “It’s gonna be great.”

Epilogue

Three-and-a-Half Years Later

Emil

“So, tell me. Have you had any recent concerns over your urge to be watched?”

I smile at the tactful way in which my therapist worded that. She could have said my kinky exhibitionist lifestyle, and I wouldn’t have batted an eye.

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