With a moan, Miles pushed Sairex back against the bed, climbing on top of them and kicking off their shoes. He reached down and roughly yanked off his underwear, revealing his massive cock standing at full attention. Then he turned his attention to Sairex once more, reaching down between their legs and grasping their achingly hard cock, stroking it slowly up and down as they moaned in pleasure.

"Do you want me to suck you off?"

Pulling Sairex's underwear down their legs, Miles leaned forward and engulfed their cock with his warm, wet mouth. He began bobbing his head up and down, sucking hard on the shaft as he slid his hand between their legs, teasing at their balls and opening.

"How's that?" he asked breathily around Sairex's cock, looking up at them through his eyelashes. "Want me to do more?"

As he caught his breath, Miles couldn't help but feel a mixture of satisfaction and guilt wash over him. He had just taken control in the most dominating way possible, but at what cost? Looking down at Angel, who was now panting beneath him, he knew there were still things they needed to talk about. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have gone that far..." he whispered, his voice barely audible above their labored breathing.

"I know... it does feel good to be in control again..." He glanced down at Angel and smiled wryly. "But I can't keep treating you like this. You deserve better than that, even if sometimes I don't think so myself..." Reaching down, he gently pushed Angel's hips up to dislodge his cock from their cunt. The wet suction sound filled the room as Miles withdrew, leaving a trail of his cum on Angel's inner thigh.

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Miles frowns at Richard's words and looks hurt. "I'm sorry if I went too fast or it hurt," he says quietly, his hand still moving on Richard's cock. "But you said you wanted me to take the lead... to show you what I liked." He pauses, searching for the right words. "If you didn't enjoy it, maybe we should talk about finding something else that works better for us both?"

His expression softens as he studies Richard's face, willing him to understand.

Miles nods slowly, his expression softening further as he takes in what Richard is saying. "I understand," he whispers. "And I appreciate that you tried... but I don't want you to feel like you have to do things just to prove how much you care about me." He leans in and kisses him tenderly, his hand continuing its rhythm on Richard's cock.

"I love you," he whispers against Richard's lips. "And I want us to be happy... together."

Miles smiled at their question. "Uhh... I think it's called white chocolate sauce," he replied with a shrug. He leaned in to kiss their forehead, feeling content just being close to them like this. "But don't worry about it. You can make it again sometime if you want."

As the night wore on, they curled up together even tighter, falling asleep with a smile on their lips and the warmth of each other's body surrounding them.

Miles's eyes snapped open, his heart racing as he realized what they'd just said. He sat up abruptly, pulling away from them and glancing around the room in disbelief. "What... what did you say?" he whispered hoarsely, feeling a mixture of anger, shock and betrayal welling up inside him.

Rostislav looked at him innocently, their expression confused. "I said this is my special cum," they repeated, not understanding the issue. "It's just a joke."