“Deep. Go deeper, Judge. Harder.” Judge pulled out and pushed back in with two fingers. Fucked him hard with them, just like he asked. With his other hand he pushed one of Michaels’ thighs outward so he could lick around his stretched hole. Judge buzzed as Michaels’ spirit exploded on his tongue. He firmly massaged at the tightness, using his teeth to give Michaels that hint of pain he knew he craved. “Awww. Jesus. Fuck yeah,” Michaels moaned. He pushed at Judge’s shoulders. “Wait. Let me get—” Judge stopped his licking but when Michaels turned and leaned over the edge of the bed and pulled out a drawer underneath it, Judge kept twisting and turning his fingers inside him. Michaels’ back muscles flinched and strained while he retrieved what he was looking for. He placed the bottle of lube on the mattress and a couple condoms. Judge took one and tore at the wrapper. Michaels sat up quickly and rested his hand over his, stopping him. The look in those penetrating blues stole Judge’s breath away. Go bare. Damn. He hadn’t done that since Brent. There was silent communication between them. A silent monogamous pact. Judge”