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“I love it,” Wilder said simply. “I love you.”

“I love you.” Merrick gave another wet wipe to Wilder’s wrist. “Let me get you bandaged up.”

He laid a strip of Saniderm down on Wilder’s wrist, pressing the edges down to make sure it properly adhered, but also letting his fingers linger over the delicate lines and to the pink to orange shading of the sky.

“Are you sure you like it?” he asked again.

“Don’t start with me again or I’ll make you regret it,” Wilder warned.

Holden’s tattoo machine went quiet, but Merrick didn’t dare look across the shop at his brother’s boyfriend. Merrick waited until Holden went back to work, scratching the corner of his eye as he nodded his understanding.

“Do you want me to tell you how to heal this?”

“You can talk me through it when you need to.”

“I need you to stop being so hot at my work,” he muttered under his breath, sliding his stool back.

“Walk me back to my car?”

“Of course.”

The air outside was a warm blast against Merrick’s face, and it did nothing to calm the excitement of unexpectedly tattooing Wilder. They walked around the corner and as soon as they were out of sight of the shop, Wilder shoved him against a wall and notched his leg between Merrick’s thighs.

“I need you,” Wilder breathed the plea against Merrick’s neck. “How can I have you right now?”

Relief rolled over him, because for a while he thought he was the only one who’d been on the verge of arousal over the tattoo, but Wilder’s pressing want for him proved that was anything but true.

“Back seat,” Merrick managed to say. “Do you have lube?”

“No.”

“I’ll suck you.”

Wilder cursed under his breath and yanked Merrick away from the wall. The next thing he knew they were both in the back seat of Wilder’s car and Wilder’s fly was undone, his leather belt pulled open. He pulled his cock out and dragged it across Merrick’s mouth, leaving a trail of salty precum across his lips and chin. Wilder smacked his hands out of the way and pinnedthem together at the small of Merrick’s back, hips lifting off the seat.

Wilder did not go easy on him, pushing his cock right into the back of Merrick’s throat on the first thrust. Without his hands, Merrick couldn’t stop himself from sinking all the way down into Wilder’s lap, and he choked and sputtered around Wilder’s dick. Merrick’s cock throbbed against his leg, leaking and desperate for its own attention.

“Everything you do is perfect,” Wilder whispered, the words almost lost behind the wet, slurping sounds of Merrick’s mouth. This blow job was rushed and impersonal. It was just like their first night together when Wilder had walked into that room and took Merrick’s cock like he’d been born to do it.

There was a sense of urgency between them, but also understanding. And tears streamed from the corners of Merrick’s eyes while Wilder used his mouth to chase after his own pleasure. This was what they both wanted, what Merrick needed.

“Your hands, your cock, this mouth.” Wilder held Merrick’s head down and pushed against his face with shallow thrusts. “This throat.”

Merrick’s muscles constricted around the head of Wilder’s cock and Wilder came so deep that Merrick almost didn’t taste it.

“Swallow it,” Wilder warned. “Every drop or I’ll take it out on you later.”

Merrick wasn’t sure if he loved or hated the idea of letting Wilder down in that moment, his ass still sore from his most recent punishment.

Widler must have sensed his hesitation because he brushed his fingers across the back of Merrick’s head and said, “I’ll make it worth your while anyway. You’ve been so good and you deserve it, right?”

“Sir.”

Wilder pulled him upright, swiping his thumb across the corner of Merrick’s mouth and pushing it back past his teeth so Merrick could lick an errant drop of cum from his skin.

“You didn’t come in your pants, did you?” Wilder asked.

“Close.”