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I have what I want. I have Piotr. But do you know, perhaps tonight he is not enough for me. Or I for him.” He licked the nape of my neck, slowly, shiveringly, up into the short hairs. “Do you like blond men, James? Handsome blond men like Piotr?” He opened the last button on my shirt and eased it off my shoulders.
    Christ knows how he did it but James kept his eyes on my face.
    â€œSee?” Sebastian purred, sliding his palm. “Look at his chest, his skin, so smooth, so fine. Such skin. Would you like to feel it on you, James, covering you? It would be fantastic, believe me.”
    More than the press of his prick, I felt the hammering beat of his heart. He licked me again, and this time I thought he’d bite, bite like he does when I’ve made him crazy and he has me pinned and sobbing and there’s a leopard on my back and its great cat cock is in me and I cry out at the spray of its semen.
    â€œI am a priest,” James said. “You are a man first.”
    Sebastian unzipped me and tucked the band of my briefs under my balls. “You do not want him? Even though he is so beautiful? You are sure?” He circled a finger around the overhang of my corona, then drew the skin right back. “You are sure?”
    The room became still. James’s gaze turned inward, and a fleeting, puzzled expression passed over his face as if whatever he was searching for had gone. I heard the pain in his sigh and the mourning for what he had lost as, at last, he dropped his eyes to my cock.
    * * *
    â€œ On się spuścił ,” Sebastian said flatly.
    I jerked my arm away and looked down. A puddle of semen overflowed James’s navel, one thick rivulet breaking away to run to his waist. He’d come all right.
    He’d been shy, his skin sticky with nervous sweat, so we’d taken things nice and slow. With tongues and searching fingertips we’d prolonged the foreplay, ratcheting up his arousal by ignoring his cock and finding other places where our touches made him moan. His ears and the backs of his knees, his stiff little nipples erect in their ruffs of hair. More than anything he’d liked kissing, and we’d indulged him until our lips were as swollen as our dicks, the skin around them pink with stubble burn.
    Sebastian had finally picked up the pace. He’d pulled out of James’s arms and tilted his hips at me. One milking squeeze of his shaft, and my hand had been slicked. I’d leaned over James and spread my fingers to make a web, the fine filaments glinting in the lamplight. Gently, I’d laid my hand over his mouth and nose. “Smell, James. Sex .”
    Thinking about it, he hadn’t come as much as leaked, the cream oozing from his untouched dick in an incontinent dribble.
    Sebastian blew out his cheeks. “ Idiota .”
    â€œ Idiota? ” I arched across James, and a tongue-span away my man’s cock reared to me, exposing the smooth underbelly, the delicate tie pulled taut and glistening. Sebastian lifted off his heels so that I could do what he wanted, but I reached past his balls and stirred my fingers through the hair on his perineum. I swirled my tongue in a mime around his glans, connecting with only my breath. “ Idiota ?”
    His eyes blazed into mine, burning blue. He wound his fist in my hair and gripped his cock, squeezing out glassy beads of precome. But when I bent to him, he held me off. Gooseflesh erupted along my arms when I understood what he intended to do. James’s semen had thinned, become translucent, but was still thick enough to cling. Sebastian forced his prick down and used his fingers to smear the pearly glaze over the head. Little dabs then, wetting my lips, the scents of two men mingling in my nostrils and the steady feeding in so that I could suck, suck my priest’s come off my lover’s shaft.
    Under me, James’s cock stirred, slowly straightening, and the “Hallelujah”