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  No additional prep needed, Gordon nudged the head of his cock against Jonah’s rim. “Hard and fast, baby. You’ll get yours in a minute.” Jonah gasped at the delicious intrusion as Gordon’s hips pistoned forward and his cock filled Jonah’s ass.

  “Yes!” he gasped, shoving his ass back, wanting this.

  How many times had he thought about this during the last tour?

  Every damn time they flew, that’s how many.

  Finally, he was getting to fulfill this sinfully hot fantasy with his husband.

  Jonah adjusted his grip on the counter as Gordon fucked him, hard and fast, quickly coming inside him with a groan muffled against the back of Jonah’s neck. As he stood there catching his breath, Jonah felt his chest heaving and pressed himself back against him, wanting the contact.

  “Good boy,” Gordon whispered. “Stay.” He pulled out and quickly cleaned up, tucked his spent cock inside his shorts, and zipped up. Then he wrapped his arms around Jonah, one hand encircling his cock, the other cupping his sac, and he edged him up against the sink.

  “Better have good aim,” Gordon warned as he started stroking Jonah’s cock. “Come before I stop, or you’re holding it.”

  Jonah threw his head back against Gordon’s shoulder and opened his eyes to see Gordon’s blue gaze meeting, holding his in the mirror.

  It only took a few strokes. His release started along the base of his spine, twisting and spiraling through his body, until pleasure gripped his entire body. He tried to keep his eyes open, to watch the evil smile that curved Gordon’s handsome lips as he stroked harder while ropes of cum splattered all over the sink.

  “Good boy,” Gordon whispered in his ear, never breaking eye contact with him.

  Gordon lifted his hand to Jonah’s lips, and Jonah opened his mouth, eagerly sucking his fingers clean.

  Finally, Gordon kissed him. “Let me wash my hands and go back to my seat. Make sure you clean every bit up before you come out.” He nuzzled noses with him. “Love you, baby.”

  “Love you, too, Master.” All he wanted to do now was climb into his seat, curl up against Gordon, and go back to sleep.

  After following orders and putting himself together again, that’s exactly what he did.

  Gordon draped the fleece throw over them and rested his head on Jonah’s shoulder. “I have a feeling that’s going to become my new favorite thing, for a while,” Gordon teased.

  Jonah laughed. “Mine, too, Master.”

  THE END

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