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  “Who is he?”

  Kevin blushed. Who was Joakim? What did he know about him except that he was charming, clever, kissed like a god, and when he talked dirty, Kevin was ready to blow? And oh, my fucking devil… that cock.

  “I don’t know yet. We’ve only met once. He’s probably close to forty, intelligent, educated, sexy. I like him.”

  “You’ve already slept with him,” Luke stated, and Marcus chuckled.

  “Maybe.” Kevin couldn’t help the grin stretching his lips.

  “And by the way you’re blushing right now, I’d say you’re going to do it again,” Liam said.

  “Oh, definitely,” Kevin replied and met Liam’s amused gaze.

  The phone lit up again.

  “C’mon, Kevin! Answer him,” Luke prompted.

  Shaking his head, Kevin picked up his phone.

  J: Hope you’re having a lovely evening, gorgeous. See you tomorrow?

  J: I might have watched one particular video of you a few times today. Again.

  Kevin’s cheeks felt hotter.

  K: Looking forward to tomorrow night. Which video?

  J: The pole dancing one. I love the way you laugh.

  As Kevin read the message, his stomach tightened. What was it about Joakim that had him burn with want and melt with giddiness at the same time?

  “I like the guy already,” Marcus said. “He has you smiling like the sun.”

  “I’m sorry. I’m putting my phone away.”

  “Reply to him,” Liam said. “I’m getting us more drinks. Kevin? One more ‘skinny bitch’?”

  “Yes, thank you.”

  K: I’ll write to you later, okay?

  J: I’ll be waiting.

  Sitting on the tram, Kevin typed. He’d had only two drinks, not enough to make him bold, but the squirmy feeling in his gut didn’t let up.

  K: Just left the restaurant. Thinking of you.

  J: You’ve had a good evening? I’ve been thinking about you for the whole day. Been quite useless at work. Distracted.

  K: The dinner was great. My friends were curious about who was messaging me and making me blush.

  J: You blushed for me, gorgeous? What if I write to you that I am thinking about your lips dragging along my cock? Are you blushing again?

  K: Excessively. And now I’m half-hard on the tram.

  J: I’m in my living room. Sitting where you sat when I made you come the first time.

  K: Will you stroke yourself for me?

  J: Yes. But then I can’t type.

  K: Doesn’t matter. Make yourself come, thinking about me.

  There was no reply for a few minutes, and just as he was stepping off the tram, his phone lit up again in his hand.

  J: I imagined you riding me. You were in my lap, gasping my name. You came on my cock, and I licked your spunk from your hand.

  K: I’m almost home.

  J: Will you come for me, too?

  K: Yes. I need it.

  Fuck, he was horny. Back in the warmth of his apartment, Kevin shed his clothes, leaving the pile on the living room sofa. He went straight for the bedroom and to the dresser. Behind his balled-up socks was his box of goodies. Why did he still hide them when he lived alone? Habit, probably.

  He chose his biggest toy, a large realistic flesh-colored dildo with a wide flat base. He took the toy in his hand, circling the fat cock with his fingers. The feel of it in his palm made his skin buzz and asshole flutter. He had no patience left. A bottle of lube and the artificial cock in his hands and completely naked, he entered the bathroom. In the shower stall, he fixed the dildo to the tile at the perfect height. The wide base sucked onto the hard surface, and the cock bobbed in the air, pointing at Kevin’s groin. It looked weird, sticking out from the wall like that, wrong and obscene. Kevin smirked. He set the water at a high temperature and closed himself in the stall.

  With eyes closed, he washed himself, stroking his cock, massaging his balls, and finally, oh finally, running his fingers over his hole.

  Such a sweet, tight pink hole.

  What would Joakim say if he could see Kevin now?

  Kevin turned the water off and reached to the floor for the lube bottle. He lathered a generous amount on the dildo, and his eyes closed for a second as he imagined stroking Joakim’s cock, preparing him, worshipping him… He pushed two fingers into his hole. He was so turned on he could be fast and purposeful. There was no resistance when he fingered himself.

  He turned around, spread his legs, and pushed his ass out. He reached for the toy, aiming the tip of the cock to his pucker.

  You have the most incredible ass. Will you let me fuck you one day, gorgeous?

  Kevin’s ass muscles gave way, and with relief, he impaled himself onto the cock. He rocked back and forth and gasped when the head rubbed him just right. His arm shot out, and he braced himself on the opposite wall with one hand. He pinched his nipples with the other, ignoring his rock-hard erection waving in the air.

  Shit, I needed this.

  He’d been thinking about Joakim’s fingers inside him for days. Joakim’s cock.

  He lost himself in the fantasy of being braced against the wall and Joakim pounding into him from behind.

  Fuck me, please. Fuck me.

  Any other day, Kevin would want to prolong it, tease himself, edge himself, and wait until he was shaking with need. Today, he had been ready to burst with want even before he’d started. Soon, he was fucking himself onto the fat cock without restraint or pause. His insides sang. He cupped his balls and moaned, the sound booming loudly in the stall.

  Come inside me, Joakim. Fill me up. Please, fill me up.

  A few tugs on his sack, a pinch to his cockhead and he was coming, impaling himself on the dildo over and over, milking his prostate with it.

  He felt empty and a little lonely when he cleaned the toy and brushed his teeth.

  In bed, he opened his messages and reread the last few. Then he replied.

  K: You just fucked me in the shower. I haven’t come so hard in months.

  J: Kevin. I want you. I need to touch you.

  K: Go to sleep, Joakim. See you tomorrow.

  J: Can’t wait to kiss you again. Good night, Kevin.

  When he fell asleep, he dreamed of Joakim inside him, his dreams vivid, almost real thanks to the soreness in his hole.

  7 Second Date

  J: I can’t stop thinking about you.

  K: I’m thinking about you too.

  J: You were so hot when you came for me in the middle of the night on Friday. I want to know about your fantasies. Tell me. What do you like? What turns you on?

  K: Okay. Breathe. Here goes. I prefer to bottom, but I like to have other options as well from time to time. Bondage, especially if you tie my wrists or fasten my legs apart. Rimming, ass play, toys. I have a weakness for stainless steel. Love edging. Seriously. Love it. Blindfold is great, but no gags and no pain. No extreme stretching, no fisting. I love sucking cock, 69 is good. Facials, as you might have figured out already. Deep throating is okay as long as I am in control. Dressing up and role-playing weirds me out. No heavy kink. Based on previous experiences, I feel I have to clarify. Just because I like getting fucked while tied up doesn’t mean I like it if a man bosses me around outside of bed. Also, if you take a picture of me or film me without my knowledge, I’ll become your personal nightmare. If you want to handcuff me and ride me, that’s cool, but then I’d like a plug.

  J: Kevin, I’m hard as a rock right now. I want to tie you to my headboard and play with your ass for hours. I’ll eat you out until you order me to fuck you as hard and deep as you want, like your personal human sex toy.

  K: If you edge me before you fuck me, I’ll come on your cock without touching myself.

  J: Jesus fucking Christ, Kev. I need you now.

  K: I’m stroking myself, thinking about your cock in my mouth.

  J: I want to kiss you while I’m fucking you.

  K: You’ll make me come just with that one sentence.

  J: Come for me, gorgeous. I wish I could see you.

  And then came the image. Just Kevin’s fist wrapped around his cock, white creamy come covering his fingers and cockhead.

  Was the man for real? If Joakim were paranoid or more conceited, he’d think Kevin Rosengren was a fake designed to seduce and blackmail him. When he’d received these messages in the morning, he had gone and taken a cold shower in the ensuite in his office. Because fuck, the fantasy of having the gorgeous man tied up and begging for release in his bed, ass spread… I love edging. Please, let the man be real. I’ll come on your cock without touching myself. A beautiful, sophisticated guy who knew what he wanted and wasn’t ashamed to ask for it. An eager bottom who loved to be blindfolded. Joakim’s cock twitched in his pants. How was he supposed to survive until the evening?

  Joakim checked his phone. Six more hours. Tuesdays at work usually felt busy and short. Today? Nope. He couldn’t focus for shit because of the kinky slideshow in his head, featuring a very bendy, blue-eyed dancer. Shiny blond hair and aristocratic cheekbones, plush, pink lips, and god, those collarbones… Smooth chest, lean muscles, the V of his abdomen, perfect ass covered with blond, downy fuzz. Hairless crease with the rosy, tight opening. Joakim would kneel and rub his face all over those ass cheeks before he’d spread them open... Don’t get your hopes up. Don’t get your hopes up. What if Kevin called it off before they met? What if they met and it didn’t work? What if you fuck him once and he never wants to see you again? Shit, Joakim needed the same confidence he had at work. You are thirty-seven, not seventeen. It’s just another date. And don’t get your hopes up.

  Joakim dropped by the sex shop close to Järntorget on his way home from work. He thanked the Swedish sexual liberation fo
r the easy access to high-quality toys. He bought one item, carefully chosen, and rushed home. Shower, a quick jerk-off, shave, a clean shirt, his best briefs. In twenty-five minutes, he was leaving the house. He slowed his tempo so he wouldn’t arrive red-faced and sweaty.

  Kevin was punctual; Joakim saw him walking briskly over the crossing and then looking around before their eyes met. Kevin’s cheeks grew a little pink when he approached.

  “Hi,” he said.

  Joakim stepped closer and kissed his cheek. He leaned back and let his eyes feast on Kevin’s beautiful face.

  “Hi,” he murmured and kissed the other cheek.

  Kevin’s smile was brilliant.

  “Where do you want to go?” he asked.

  “I…um.” Joakim hesitated. He’d made the reservation last night. It was a nice place with Mediterranean cuisine, a bar, and a lounge. The restaurant had an almost club-like atmosphere. They should go now, or they’d lose their table. But the smell of Kevin’s aftershave muddled Joakim’s brain. “We can—”

  Kevin’s lips parted, and his eyes darkened with intent. They stood in the middle of a busy square, and Joakim wanted nothing more than to grab the man by his ass and kiss him senseless.

  “I’ve booked us a table,” Joakim said hesitantly. He must have been obvious in his reluctance because Kevin’s smile widened.

  “Or we can go to your place,” Kevin whispered. “Right now.”

  “God, yes.” Joakim breathed a sigh of relief. He pecked Kevin’s lips once and grabbed his hand.

  They walked quickly. It took only ten minutes. Joakim caught himself massaging Kevin’s fingers absentmindedly as they went. Kevin squeezed back and stroked Joakim’s wrist with his thumb.

  As the elevator door closed, they both turned as if synchronized. Kevin opened his mouth under Joakim’s lips and hummed when their tongues touched. Joakim deepened the kiss until they were pressed together, Kevin’s back to the elevator wall, his head tilted to the side so they could kiss even deeper, and his obvious erection pressed against Joakim’s upper thigh. They only rocked their hips once, and the elevator dinged.

  Kevin muttered a quiet curse.

  Fumbling with the keypad and the card, Joakim swore at the over-the-top security system. Finally, the door opened, and they stumbled inside the apartment. The door fell shut behind them, locking the rest of the world out.

  Kevin only toed his shoes off, and he was back in Joakim’s space, kissing down his throat. Joakim could have wept from joy. He was wanted. A lot, apparently. The most captivating man he’d ever met wanted him back. It was a heady feeling, incredibly arousing.

  As they stumbled through the hall, they left a trail of clothes behind them. Shoes, jackets, Kevin’s jeans. Oh, his skin. His ass. And he’s hard for me already. Joakim hopped on one leg and then the other, trying to get rid of his chinos and socks while simultaneously kissing and licking the soft skin between Kevin’s collarbones. Kevin giggled.

  Only in their underwear, they finally made it to the bedroom. Joakim grabbed Kevin’s ass and took him with him as he fell onto the bed. Fuck, he could just kiss Kevin more, grind against him, and he’d come in a minute. In the middle of the frenzy, he recalled what he wanted to do tonight.

  He rolled on top of Kevin and pressed their cocks together through their underwear. He caught Kevin’s wrists and pinned him to the bed, kissing him hard before he lifted his head and looked at Kevin’s face again.

  Kevin’s parted lips were red and swollen, so full and sexy, and his heavy-lidded eyes squinted up at Joakim, full of lust.

  “You make me crazy,” Joakim muttered.

  “Good. Then I’m not the only insane one here.”

  “I bought you something.”

  Kevin lifted his eyebrows.

  “It’s stainless steel,” Joakim added, watching for a reaction.

  Licking his lips, Kevin stayed quiet. He blinked and hissed, squirming underneath Joakim’s weight, pressing their erections together.

  “Will you let me play with your tight hole again, gorgeous?” Joakim asked quietly, turned on by his own crude words.

  “Yeah.” Kevin sighed and closed his eyes. He seemed to like the dirty talk.

  “I’ll lick your cock and fill your ass. I want to see the sweet little pucker stretch.”

  Kevin’s chest heaved under Joakim’s weight, and he whimpered softly. “Please.”

  “I want to look at you first, though. You said you love edging. Do you do that even when you’re alone?”

  “Yes,” Kevin whispered.

  “Show me. Touch yourself for me.”

  Kevin exhaled harshly, and Joakim felt a slight tremor run through the dancer’s lithe body. Joakim rose on his knees and backed up on the bed to give Kevin space.

  Hesitating for only a few seconds, Kevin ran his gaze up and down Joakim’s body before he reached down and pulled off his briefs. He looked almost defiant when he threw the black briefs onto the floor and spread his legs. Joakim took off his own underwear and zeroed in on Kevin’s groin. The slim hard cock stuck up toward Kevin’s bellybutton, perfectly straight, pink head peeking out from the foreskin. Kevin waxed everywhere except for a trimmed, blond, V-shaped patch above his lovely cock. He ran his hand from his crease over his balls and the length of his cock lightly as Joakim watched, entranced. Kevin pinched his own nipples, and then he lifted his legs and spread them almost impossibly wide, showing Joakim everything, including the perfect, pink hole.

  Jesus, he was flexible.

  Well, of course he was.

  Fuck.

  Fingers tickling over his own hole, one hand cupping his balls, he peered up at Joakim.

  “You like to watch?” he asked.

  “Never thought much about it. But I can’t stop looking at you.”

  At the words, Kevin wrapped his fist around his cock and started pumping.

  “Usually, I stroke myself until I feel myself getting close. Then I let go of my cock and play with my hole and balls.”

  “Do it.”

  Joakim realized he was jerking off in time with Kevin’s movements and made himself loosen his grip on his cock. He wanted to last longer. He wanted to come later, all over Kevin’s spent body.

  He reached for the nightstand and pulled out the items he needed. The new toy glistened in the half darkness, and Joakim saw Kevin’s eyes widen.

  Kevin let go of his cock and reached lower, cupping his balls and stroking over his hole. He moaned when he pressed a dry finger against his pucker.

  Joakim opened the tube of lubricant.

  “Here,” he whispered, and Kevin offered his fingers. Joakim pressed a small amount onto Kevin’s fingertips and watched with fascination as Kevin reached under his thigh and around his ass cheek and then pushed first one fingertip, then another inside himself, humming and rocking his hips slightly.

  “Fuck, yes,” he muttered and pushed one finger deeper, fucking himself with it. He massaged his balls with the other hand and pressed his hard length to his underbelly with his forearm.

  “If you stroked yourself now, would you come?” Joakim asked, not recognizing his own voice. He caressed the toy he held in his hands and saw Kevin’s eyes trace the movement.

  “Yeah, like in a few seconds,” Kevin breathed.

  “Then put your arms above your head,” Joakim said.

  Kevin pushed his finger all the way into his hole on a groan before pulling it out and obeying the command. He curved his back and held his legs spread wider.