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Costis scowls, crossing his arms. “That's not true,” he protests.
Aristogiton snorts with laughter and sits up, gesturing. “Come here and get on your knees.”
The brilliant flush starts under Costis’ collar and rises like the sun. He swallows hard and settles between Aris’ spread thighs, a mulish expression on.
“Good,” Aris says, ruffling Costis’ hair like an annoying older brother. “Now— open up.”
Costis shivers, jaw dropping. Aris slips a finger in over his tongue, pushing deep.
As Aris guides Costis’ hot mouth onto his cock, Costis groans aloud, swallowing desperately. “All the way,” Aris whispers, and then, “Good.”