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sweet lips. Leung reached for a glass, took a sip and then
leaned in, feeding him cold, tart juice. He slid his hand
behind Leung's head, tilting the calm face slightly so he
could slide his tongue deep.
Leung opened to him, lips parting, eyes focused only on
him. He lapped the juice from Leung's mouth. He
believed he might never drink from a glass again. Leung
looked at peace, pleased, the sweet mouth warming for
him.
Once the juice was gone, his tongue continued its
explorations of Leung's mouth. Yes, he could do this
forever. When the kiss ended, Leung was leaning
against him, breathing hard. He murmured happily, hand
sliding down to stroke along Leung's back.
Leung offered him another of those sounds, quiet and
still, but so full of desire.
Suddenly, Serius didn't want to be among the splashes
and laughter of the party. He broke the kiss, nipping on
Leung's lips. "Tell Katashi and Glous goodbye."
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"Yes, Sir." Leung stood, nodded to his friend. "Have a
good day."
Katashi smiled, nodded. "You will, also."
"Yes, he will." Serius smiled and offered Katashi a small
bow. "It was good to meet you."
Then he put his hand in the small of Leung's back and
guided his dragon back out toward the lifts. Leung
followed his lead, relaxed and easy. "I hope you didn't
mind leaving." Not that it would make a difference. He
was determined now to have the man.
"No." The lift came, and they went in. Up.
"Excellent. I suddenly had the desire to have you all to
myself." He gave Leung a smile, guiding the boy to their
rooms. "Let's see if your palm print has been added to
the door."
It had -- the people here were imminently organized --
and they moved into the main room together, the door
clicking closed behind them.
"Undress yourself and then undress me." It was time to
take his pleasure. He had waited long enough to take
what Leung had to offer.
It was, perhaps, a little eager for him, but he put it down
to not having taken care of his own needs in far too
long. Yes, that was it.
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"Yes." Leung's still damp clothes were removed and
neatly set aside, then his own worked open, Leung's
fingers warm on his skin.
His cock pushed out of his leathers, hard and eager. He
watched, waiting to see if Leung would touch, or would
ignore. Leung settled on his knees, cheek sliding against
his cock in a warm caress as his boots were worked off.
Another sweet touch came to his balls, Leung inhaling
as his pants were worked off.
He purred softly. "You may touch me as you will." No
reason to keep Leung tied to 'accidental' touches.
"Oh..." Leung explored, lips and cheek and hands
sliding over his skin. Such sensuality, such calm
curiosity.
He moaned, hand sliding over Leung's scalp. "How
many partners have you had in your life?"
"Two." Leung smiled at his touch, nuzzling into his
hand.
"Who were they?" He kept his pleasure at the number to
himself.
"Harley and Van -- you've met them both. They both
helped me when I was new and lonely."
"They certainly seemed affectionate toward you today in
the pool. What did you do with them?" The image of the
three of them writhing together came again to his mind,
making his cock throb.
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"They are lovers. They touched me, allowed me to touch
them, watch them." Leung leaned forward, tongue
sliding out to taste the clear drops forming on the tip of
his cock.
He groaned. "The three of you would be beautiful
together. Do you think they would like to touch you
again?"
"Yes. They are very generous with their lips, their
hands, their hearts. Good friends."
He moaned. Oh yes. He would have to set it up. "Did
they penetrate you?"
"Only with a finger. They said that was a gift I could
offer another..." Leung blushed, tongue flicking out
again.
"Excellent. They are indeed good friends." And they
would be rewarded with that gift. After it had been well-
used by himself of course.
"Did they take you in their mouths? Let you penetrate
them? Did you take them into your mouth?"
"We used our mouths, we touched. They let me watch as
Van took Harley." Leung's voice was husky, aroused.
"And which one did you want to be? Van or Harley?"
That blush got darker. "I... Harley. I wanted to feel..."
"Excellent." He bent and put a finger beneath Leung's
chin, raising the face to him. "When the three of you
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perform for me, you will be in the middle, penetrating
Harley while Van penetrates you. But first. I will have
the pleasure, have that gift of you."
Those dark eyes were so hungry, so wide, the distance
and aloof look gone. "Yes. Yes, please."
"Take my cock into your mouth, Leung. Make me come
-- I will last longer, give you a better ride, if I've already
come." He was most pleased to have that passion turned
on him. Most pleased indeed.
Leung moaned, nodded, eyes on his. "Oh, yes. I would
taste you." Then those lips surrounded him, gentle and
hot and careful.
His hands slid over Leung's naked head, as he resisted
the urge to shove into Leung's mouth. He would let
Leung find his own path in this. Unpracticed, but not
frightened, not worried, Leung explored his cock,
licking and sucking, hands moving over his body. It
spoke of positive memories, good experiences, this
hunger and curiosity.
It was almost more exciting because it was untrained,
and he closed his eyes, let the pleasure take him. He
moaned now and then, letting Leung know he was
enjoying the ministrations. Leung was thorough, head
bobbing, pulling against him, wanting him.
The pleasure built in his balls, his cock growing harder.
"Soon, my dragon," he murmured, warning.
He could feel Leung's moan around his cock, the suction
increasing. Groaning, he let himself go, hips jerking as
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he came down Leung's throat. Leung swallowed around
him, drinking him down, fingers sliding along his
thighs.
He sighed happily, hands stroking over Leung's head.
"Very nice, my dragon."
Leung offered him a quiet little smile. "Thank you."
"Are you aroused, Leung? Do you want me?"
He slid his cock across Leung's face, hardly even
softening before he was hard again.
"Yes. Yes, Sir." Those lips chased his cock, open and
wet.
He chuckled, enjoying the occasional brushes from
Leung's lips and mouth. "Wanton," he murmured. He
was delighted, Leung kept this part of himself so
carefully hidden.
"Am I? It pleases you?" Those eyes were alive, bright,
warm.
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