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I try really hard not to mope all the way home, but it's sort of a lost cause. I have a box full of handmade cards and little gifts from all the kids, and I kept a stiff upper lip until they were all gone, but now I'm sort of crumbling. I knew it was coming since the day I took the job, but I never realized how hard it would be.

The last day of camp is a total bummer.

When I get back home, I'm staring at my own apartment door for a moment before I remember that the dogs are at Bits' place. More importantly, Bits is at Bits' place. I spent so long dealing with things on my own, but I don't have to do that anymore. I don't have to hide what I'm feeling, not from him.

So I turn around on knock on his door, and wow, even my knock sounds miserable.

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The way that he says my name has my eyes softening, relaxing the slightest bit. He surges forward and I return the kiss happily, wrapping my arms around him and smiling against his mouth. Everything feels so intense and that's even before he whispers it back to me, sounding so sure of himself that it takes my breath away.

"Eric Richard Bittle," I reply with a soft, fond chuckle as I slide my fingers up into his hair. My heart feels light, fluttering happily as I kiss him again. "Does this mean that I can tell the dogs that you're adopting them?"

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It's so strange hearing my name like that from Jack. Not just because of the middle name part, but the first, too. I've gotten so used to him calling me Bittle and so many other people here just calling me Bitty. There are only a handful of people who still call me Eric, all of them people I don't really know all that well.

I'm still grinning when he pushes his fingers up into my hair and I keep close, pressing another light kiss to his lips before laughing again. "Pretty sure I adopted them the minute you first brought 'em home," I tell him, smoothing my hand down his neck and along the curve of his collarbone as I slide my knee between his, entangling our legs. "And Elvis already likes you better than me."

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"Not at all true," I reply, humming softly as his fingers trail along my skin. Wrapping my arms around him, I roll us until Bits is on top of me, blanketing his body with my own. He's a warm, comfortable weight and I let out a content sigh as I slide my hands down his back, eyes shining with mischief as I cup his ass in my hands and give it a good squeeze before sliding them back up his back. I never look away from him, and I couldn't wipe the smile from my face if I tried. "This turned out to be a pretty good day, eh?"

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I'm probably supposed to find it sort of emasculating the way Jack can just grab me and move me however he feels like it, but mostly it just feels really good every time. He's never forceful and it never hurts, but I can't help but squeak in surprise before I stretch out over him, an arm tucked against the mattress as I lie atop him.

And then squeaking again when he grabs a handful of my butt and squeezes.

"A nice massage and declaration of love," I reply, laughing as I wiggle my hips a little and duck down to bump my nose against his. "What better way to take care of a bad day?"

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"Just what the doctor ordered." I laugh softly at the noises he makes and then let my eye slip shut as he bumps our noses together. When I kiss him, it's soft and slow and I let my lips linger as I breathe in through my nose. I lick into his mouth, just a little, and then spread my thighs so that he can fall between them. I draw my knees up to cradle him between them, and it brings our hips right together in a way that sends a small thrill up my spine.

"You ever realize how perfectly we fit together?" I muse, lazily wrapping one leg around his waist.

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Jack shifts a little beneath me, one hand still palming my bottom, the other spread against my side before he draws his legs up just a little, bracketing my hips and bringing us closer together, my cock sliding against the perfect little indent of his pelvis, his pressed against my hip.

"Oh, I promise you I have," I tell him with another breathless sort of laugh. He wraps his leg around me waist and, instinctively, I grind down against him. Honestly, I just can't help myself. "Might even say it's kept me up some nights," I add with a quiet smirk. "If you catch my meaning."

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"God, Bits," I groan out as he shifts against me, proving my point as he rocks against me so perfectly. I squeeze his ass again, fingers dipping into the cleft of it as I drag my eyes open to look at him as he speaks. "Mm, has it really, mon chou?"

He smirks and I feel a little undone, cock thickening against his hip as he moves his lithe, perfect body against mine. "I don't know you mean. Maybe you should show me what you've thought about, babe."

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It's not so surprising this time to feel the brush of Jack's fingers between my cheeks, but it still makes me gasp again, heat rushing all through me as I grind my hips down again. I swear I can feel him getting harder and I know I am, my cock twitching between us when Jack speaks again, his voice all low and hungry and goodness, I'm so done for.

"Okay," I manage a moment later, a little nervous, but mostly excited as I push up a little so I'm not fully pressed against him, but hovering over him instead.

My eyes catch on his and stay there as I balance my weight on my knees and one hand and reach down with the other. It's a strange feeling, knowing Jack's watching me, strange to be sort of making this a performance. But it's hot, too. I love the weight of his gaze on me, I love how undone he looks already and I bite my bottom lip as I drag my hand down my own stomach and pelvis, fingers grazing through the trimmed curls before I wrap my fingers around myself.

Even expecting the touch, I suck in a breath, squeezing myself tight at the base when I exhale a quiet, "Jack."

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Bittle sits up, spreading his pale thighs and pressing his ass snugly against his lips, and I watch with rapt attention as he draws his hand down his body. I have to clutch at the sheets as he takes himself in hand, and I let out a shuttering breath when he says my name like that, so soft and sweet.

"Go on," I rasp out, dragging my gaze from his face down to where his fingers are wrapped so firmly around his cock. It's easy to imagine him doing this on his own, while I as foolishly oblivious across the hall. I rest my fingers lightly on his knees, forcing myself not to touch him any more that this. Not yet, anyway. "Keep going, Bits. Show me what I was missing out on."

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It's sort of an awkward angle at first with my legs still pressed together and him so much taller than me so I do some shifting, moving up to straddle him by the waist so I can hover over him better, my one hand planted against the mattress by his head as I wrap the other around me again and indulge in a single slow stroke.

"Well, I mean," I tell him, hoping I don't look as silly as I feel. "You've-- you've seen all this before."

And it's true. He's seen me naked countless times. And he's touched me.

I keep moving my hand though, stroking slowly from base to tip in just the way I like it best, my breath picking up and falling into a moan as I brush my thumb along the head. "Just maybe-- maybe you haven't seen this? How I touch myself when I'm thinkin' of you."

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"Yeah, I've never seen you like this," I breathe out, sliding my hands up his thighs as I watch his hand move. I track every movement, watching him touch himself with the same intensity that I'd use to watch tape after a game. Every single movement gets committed to memory, every single twist of his fingers.

"You look amazing," I tell him, pressing my thumbs into the grooves of his hips. "Are you going to come on me, mon chou?"

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"Oh my God," I groan, immediately sliding my hand down low and holding tight to keep myself from coming all over him then and there.

I have to wait a few seconds, heart pounding in my chest before I can finally open my eyes again, his still dark and wide and locked on mine. His hands are on my hips, holding me in place and, carefully, I start moving my hand again, letting out a shaky breath before I manage a nod. "Is that-- Do you want me to?"

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"Yes, I want you to," I gasp out, pupils blown wide as I watch his face. It's amazing just how much I want to feel his come against my skin, and I have to squeeze his hips more tightly to keep from making it happen. I want him to do it himself, so I can see. "My face, or my chest. On my cock. Wherever you want, Bits."

The words fall from my mouth before I can even think too hard about them, filthy and raw and I mean every single syllable. I want it so badly that I can barely even think, and my own cock twitches where it's pressed snugly against his ass.

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"On your-- oh my goodness."

I have to close my eyes again, overwhelmed just thinking about it, how that might look, my come on his skin, stuck in the hair of his groin, dripping down his hard length. It's so absolutely filthy, so hot, that I'm dizzy just thinking about it.

His cock twitch beneath me and my breath catches again before I shift forward a little so I'm straddling his waist, lifting up a bit so my weight isn't on him as I work my hand faster. "I think if I-- If I did that--" It's a little difficult to talk and touch myself at the same time and I'm a nervous about what I'm about to say, but something in that hungry look on Jack's face just spurs me on. "On-- On your cock, I'd. God, Jack, I'd want to lick it off you. Just... Just suck my come off your dick."

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"Jesus," I breathe out, uttering a filthy string of French curses as I arch up enough to nearly lift him off of the bed before I drop back down onto it, squirming a little. I'm not sure that I've ever been so turned on, but that's no surprise. Bittle has made me feel so many things that I've never felt before, including being so turned on that I feel like my body isn't even my own.

My toes curl and my chest heaves and I cling to him like a lifeline, eyes wide as I stare up at him. "Bitty, please. Please."

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Jack arches sharply beneath me and I have to drop a hand to his chest so I don't lose my balance and fall forward. He still has ahold of my hips though, which also helps, and I can't help moaning at that look on his face. The fact that I can make him look like that and sound like that is still so, so overwhelming.

It's pretty obvious what he wants and I know I'm already so close to losing it. So I suck in another breath and then bite down on my lip. It takes all the energy I still have to crawl back down his body on my knees and one hand, positioning myself right where I need to be. I'm hovering over him, a knee on either side of his thighs, body curved and I glance down briefly, watching my hand move before I look up again. This is supposed to be for Jack, a show for him, and I don't want my head getting in the way.

So I keep it up, eyes locked on his as I work my hand faster, feeling the build, the tight tight coil in the base of my spine and then the crash of my orgasm as I let go. My cock pulses in my grip and I keep my head lifted as I come, not even looking to see where any of it lands, just struggling to keep breathing as it rocks through me.

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Bitty starts to crawl down my body and I suck in a breath, eyes widening as he positions himself over me. My trembling fingers bury in his soft, golden hair and I murmur praise as he strokes himself. He's close, so close, and when his orgasm hits I swear I can feel the echo of it in my own body.

The first splash come lands on my cock, hot and wet nad so fucking perfect. It runs down the side of my shaft as the rest hits my hips and the insides of my thighs. It's filthy and wonderful and I groan loudly as my fingers twist in his hair. "Fuck, Bits. Merde. That was amazing. How do you feel, mon amour?"

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The feel of Jack's hands in my hair is all that's keeping me from just floating away, I think. Every pulse rockets through me and my legs are shaking before I can finally manage to even open my eyes again.

"Jack," I breathe, still panting before I glance down between us to see the mess I've made. He's still flushed and hard, his skin glistening in streaks of my come and goodness, my face feels like it's absolutely on fire. When Jack speaks again, I look up, though I hardly know how to answer. I can't believe I just actually did that.

"I'm--"

I have no idea how to finish that so I only shake my head and then duck down, almost collapsing as I press my mouth to his lower belly, right where I've left a splatter of come on his skin.

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He drops down so quickly that for a moment I'm concerned, but then his lips and tongue are against my skin and I moan softly as I grip his shoulder. My cock twitches when it brushes against his throat, and I bend my knees as I try to catch my breath. "I'm so close, Bits."

I can barely look down, because I feel like if I see his tongue drag through the come on my skin, I won't be able to contain myself. Sex has never, ever been like this and I feel a little like I might explode. My skin is on fire and I let out a helpless whimper, fingers sliding down the side of his neck.

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Jack's stomach flutters under my mouth when he breathes in and then out, muscles hard against my lips. The taste of myself isn't so unfamiliar now and I slide lower, following the messy trail to the thatch of dark curls, his cock bumping my throat as I go. He's so, so hard and just shivering under me; it'd be cruel to drag this out too much longer.

So I turn my head when I get close enough, mouth up the length where my come is still clinging to him, a sticky line of it. It still feels so unbelievably filthy and I'm hot all over as I finally wrap my lips around the tip of him and slide down. The taste is different here, more him than me and I groan hungrily as I take him in, making sure to wrap my hand around the base, stroking where I can't quiet reach, and still struggling to breathe all the while.

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Bits' mouth sliding down onto my wet, messy cock may just be the filthiest thing I've ever seen, and the image will be burned into my brain forever. That along with the sound he makes, that desperate sort of groan, and I let out an answering moan as I grip his hair and suck in a breath.

"I'm close, mon chou. So close, can I--" My orgasm is building at the base of my spine and my toes curl as I try to hold back until he says I can come.

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Jack drops a hand to the back of my head, fingers light through my hair. It's not a forceful or demanding touch at all, he isn't shoving me down onto his cock so much as just sort of keeping the connection. Or at least that's what it feels like.

I can feel how close he is, just in the tremble of his thighs and how absolutely hard he is in my mouth. And I can hear it too in the tremble of his voice when he speaks. As far as I'm concerned he doesn't need to ask for permission, but I get the feeling he wants it right now and I pull back, lips slick and sticky and sore already.

"Yeah," I tell him, my come and his pre-come and my spit making him all slippery as I try to stroke him off. "Yeah, please. Please, Jack."

I'm sill no expert at this, but I'm nothing if not enthusiastic and I take him into my mouth again, hallowing my cheeks as I sink down, wanting so so bad to make him feel as good as does me, to make him come, to really feel it.

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Something unlocks inside me at that soft little please, and the pressure low in my gut builds and builds until I can't hold it back anymore. My orgasm hits with force that has me shouting, back arching up as my fingers tighten in his hair.

"Bits," I gasp out, whimpering softly as I feel my muscles tense up. After blowing out a breath, I finally relax back against the bed just in time to look down and see Bits licking his lips. It nearly has me coming all over again, and I groan deeply at the sight. "Oh, crisse. Mon amour, c'était incroyable. Embrasse-moi. Kiss me."

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Even knowing it's coming, I'm still not quite prepared, Jack's cock pulsing between my lips only half a second before I feel a splash of hot liquid on the back of my tongue. Instinctively, I pull back a bit, catching another pulse, though the next lands on my bottom lip and streaks across my cheek.

Jack's shout rings in my head and my heart is pounding, overwhelmed and proud and so, so pleased as I lick my lips, tasting him all over. I still have my hand around him and I try to squeeze out another, breathing a gasp against his fevered tip I get another drop out of him.

Very little of what he's saying makes any sense to me, but I catch the last bit, still breathing hard as I push up to crawl over him, reluctant to uncurl my hand from around him just yet. "Okay?" I ask, smiling a little at how flushed his cheeks are, how dark his eyes. He looks completely undone and it's all because of me. I don't give him time to respond before pressing my messy lips to his. It's filthy and all I can smell is his sweat and come as I part my lips to let him taste it, too.

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A broken sound tumbles out of me when he kisses me, wet and slick and filthy. His lips part and I lick my way inside, tasting the evidence of what just happened with greedy laps of my tongue. His fingers are still wrapped around my spent cock and it's almost too much, but he isn't stroking of squeezing. He's just holding on in a lazily possessive sort of way that I really, really like.

"Mm, incredible," I murmur, sucking at his bottom lip and licking at his skin, where my come is smeared across his cheek. I've never done anything like this before. Everything was always done with condoms that were neatly tied off and disposed off afterward, or the evidence was spit into a cup. It was never... this.

I don't think I would enjoy with anyone else, but with Bits? I fucking love it. We're sticky and we could definitely use a shower, but for now I want to keep on kissing him while he holds onto me like he owns me. This is perfect.