"I think I finally get it."

"Get what?" There was something about the look in his eyes, the confidence, the surety, that had me swallowing hard.

"You." And as he smiled, it was almost smug. "I get you, Oz. You're a little, Aren't you?"

If only I had known at the time just how much those few little words were going to change my life.

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/"Please, what?/" He released himself, standing up and ridding himself of the fabric that still clung to his leg. In the glow of the flames, naked, proud and all there fucking was, my whole fucking world seemed to orbit around him, to dance within his hands, to start and fucking end in his eyes.

/"But I'm not done,/" he responded, grabbing another candle. It was thicker than the first one and a large puddle of wax had melted where it had been left burning. He dipped his finger into it, showing me. His eyes ran my length, flicking back to the candle before finally meeting my eyes. /"Do you think I should?/"

In that moment, YES was the only word in my dictionary. I couldn't remember if I said it, nodded, whined or fucking screamed it; his hand closed around my base, giving it a few soft tugs that had it spasming, before he positioned the candle.

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