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Nick woke up with a start. He couldn’t remember falling asleep, but what he could remember, with stunning, vicious clarity, was earlier—him, practically begging for Dex’s c**k, coming all over himself from the taste of him, and then crawling all over Dex just to do it all again. He felt the burn of embarrassment at the mere memory. Then again, the memory included Dex’s hot gaze on him, watching Nick with—with wonder, almost, which seemed ridiculous, but was there nonetheless, a real memory that refused to be pushed aside. He had a feeling it wouldn’t disappear quickly, either.
And Dex just … doing what Nick had asked, no questions. That would also stay with him. A thought floated by in his hazy brain and he caught it, mulled it over. They could—probably would—do it all again. Every da
