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Toorop's head tipped back for a moment as he shivered once. Fingers tightened in Dakin's dark hair and he just took it in, enjoyed it, the heat of the close room, the damp touch of Dakin's tongue. He licked his lips, took a breath, and looked back down.

Dakin was a sight. Still so oddly fresh faced, but devious beyond anything Toorop could remember seeing in a man's face. He knew the affect he had and he relished it.

"Not fretting," he insisted,rolling his hip, meeting the kiss eagerly.


Another pleased sound and Toorop had to pause to catch his breath. "This," he said, pushing up onto one hand, muscle of his arms cording, "needs to change." He pushed the freed up hand between them, flicking Dakin's jeans open with dexterous fingers and shifting so he could slid the hand down the front.

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"You sure?" Dakin's hips twitched, fingers digging into the edge of the sink. "Fuck, I love your mouth."

Toorop laughed and figured that was answer enough. He laid wet kisses over Dakin's thighs, having worked his pants low enough to do so. He avoided his cock for now, just enjoying the salt of his skin.

The girls were already in bed when Toorop got the message. He read it, flipped his sidekick shut and sat back with a quiet sigh. His first instinct was to go check on the twins snuggled into the trundle that had magically appeared under the bed he and Marie shared, but he forced himself to stay put. It would just take a little reminding. They were leaving at midnight, yes, but he would see them in a few months, but there was still the unease of having them out of sight. They were so tangible now, settled on his lap or in his arms, riding on his shoulders or curled up against Marie as she read to them quietly in Russian before bedtime (they enjoyed the Overcoat).

"Marie," he said quietly, wanting to catch her attention but not theirs.

He let Dakin push forward, keeping his jaw almost slack as the other man's cock slid past his lips, over his tongue. He shifted again, carefully, to free one arm. His hand slid up Dakin's thigh to his ass, urging him to push further until he was hilt deep. His lips sealed around the base, nose brushing hair, and he just held him there for a long moment, laving the underside of his cock with his tongue.

He was very happy to do that. Toorop got his shirt off and tossed it to the side before sitting up to work on his pants. He tugged them low over Val's hips, wanting him naked, fast.

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"Which would imply," Toorop said as he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it on a nearby chair, "that you've never been sucked off by a man, either." He turned and dropped his hips back against the kitchen table, bracing his hands against the wooden edge which made the twisted fingers of his bad hand very obvious.

"Come here," he said, speaking to both of them.

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That's what he'd missed, pulling those little utterances of pleasure and lust from him. Toorop worked his fingers deeper, never breaking away from Val's mouth. They were both breathing heavily at this point, but still kissing as though trying to feed from the other man's mouth.

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Toorop had long ago decided there was nothing quite as nice as having sex when high. Every movement felt lazy and slow, as though the air itself were thicker. He leaned in before she could exhale and covered her mouth with his, his good hand roaming over all the bare skin he had available to him.