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of the dildo.
    “Fuck, that’s hot!” Tan contradicted his earlier comment, but I didn’t bother calling him on it. He was right. It was hot. He wriggled carefully, sliding back off the bed and taking more of his weight on his feet. I waited until he stopped moving to start the dildo gliding again.
    “That’s even hotter!” I growled as Tan started to pull his cock in the same rhythm. He angled it down to get a better reflection and I watched the dildo slide in and out of his ass as his hand slid up and down his cock, his balls bouncing slightly with the combined movements.
    “Lube?” Tan stopped pulling on his cock and held his hand palm up between his legs. I looked away from the mirror long enough to squirt a generous helping of lube into his palm. I scooped some into my own hand after tossing the container behind me.
    Our hands returned to their previous positions and took up the careful rhythm of the dildo, which I was quite proud had remained fairly steady throughout. The fresh lube was cold against my heated cock and sent a shiver of sensation through my body. I could feel the pressure building slowly in my balls. I wasn’t going to last much longer.
    “Soon!” Tan panted, his hand beginning to pull harder on his cock, no longer trying to match the rhythm I had set. Thankfully. I matched his strokes both with the dildo and my own hand. I altered the angle of the dildo slightly, aiming for his sweet spot and hitting it, if his shudders were anything to go by. I fought to keep my own climax under control. I wanted to watch him come all over the black towel.
    Which he did. Spectacularly. His body bucked and jerked as jets of come striped the waiting towel, shining, pearly white on soft black. I tried to move the dildo more slowly as the last few spurts missed the towel and splattered on the floor.
    I let the dildo slide out of his body and worked my own hand frantically as I watched Tan’s come drip from the towel, his hand just holding his cock now and his stretched hole winking at me in the mirror. I thought about moving and ramming my cock back in. The thought was more than enough to have my own come pulsing out of my cock and covering my hand, thighs and the floor.
    I flopped back onto the bed, beside Tan, staring up at the ceiling. My hand still squeezed gently as the last dribbles welled out of my slit. Maybe a mirror on the ceiling wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all.
    “What are you thinking about?” Tan asked reaching across me for the wipes and dropping a kiss on my shoulder in passing.
    “Home improvements.” I accepted the wipe he dropped on my stomach and started a leisurely clean up.
    “Home improvements? You’re thinking about that right now?” Tan’s face interrupted my study of the ceiling. He was frowning and pouting.
    “Mm.” I grinned at him. “What do you think about a mirror directly over the bed?”
    “Over the bed? Like on the ceiling over the bed?” Tan stopped frowning at me and rolled onto his back to stare at the ceiling.
    “Mm.” I reached for another wipe.
    “I think that you are a genius!”
    “Thought you might approve.” I sat up to finish cleaning off, pitching the used wipes after the condom into the waste bin. I looked down at my shirt and tie. The shirt was only missing one button. I would have to search for it later. It was amazing just how far a button could travel in the heat of the moment.
    The tie had gained a crooked white stripe and selection of splatters. I unknotted it but left it in place as I undid the last button at my throat and slipped the shirt off. I balled the shirt and tie and tossed them into the laundry basket that now had a permanent place in my bedroom. I never realized that having a boyfriend, and a regular sex life, would mean so many changes in my simple lifestyle.
    “So was this for an article? Or your column?” I turned to watch Tan finish cleaning himself off. He got into some inspiring positions in the process.
    “It was