✿ Boy-boy Scene. Skip if you're not comfortable ✿

As the final wave finally ended, Kyle sighed and mentally berated himself.

He looked down at the man that was still in between his legs, who looked like the cat that got the cream. Kyle was amazed, really. The guy not only swallowed everything, he did not have a gag reflex.

Randall looked up to see Kyle observing him and he smiled while saying, "Delicious."

Kyle couldn't help but cough a bit at that and raised an eyebrow, "Such intense skill you have there."

Randall climbed up, leaning on top of Kyle, "You are, by far, the best. From the load you just gave, it seems like you've been holding it for quite some time?"

Kyle smirked, "It's always like that. Young, virile man that I am."

Randall smiled, and he brought his head down, about to kiss Kyle when Kyle immediately put his hands over his mouth.

"What? There's no cigar smell by now," Randall protested through Kyle's fingers.

"Yeah, but the last thing I want to taste is myself," Kyle replied, pushing Randall off him and getting off the sofa.

Kyle pulled up his pants but didn't zip it back up, and walked over to the liquor cabinet. With his back to Randall, Kyle took a bottle of wine and a glass. He poured the wine in the glass and slipped in the truth serum.

He turned, put the wine bottle down and walked slowly towards Randall, while swirling the wine in the glass slowly. Just as he reached Randall, he took a gulp of the wine then sat on Randall's lap. He placed his lips on Randall's lips.

Randall willingly opened his mouth, and allowed Kyle's tongue - with the wine - enter.

There wasn't that much wine that was being transferred, and what little there was, Kyle used to swirl inside Randall's mouth as if he was slowly cleansing every single part of Randall's mouth. Randall swallowed the wine slowly, hardly tasting anything and just feeling that wicked tongue.

Once the wine was all gone, Kyle broke the kiss and took another gulp of wine before putting the glass down and continued kissing Randall. This time, his hands went to the back of Randall's neck as he caressed it and ran his fingers through the hair.

Randall's hands weren't being idle either as he gripped Kyle's a*s, kneading it and groaning over the way their c*cks were rubbing on each other. Despite the fact that they were still wearing their boxers, Randall felt like he was in Heaven.

His mind was in a daze, his body weak and hot at the same time.

When they broke the kiss for the second time, he felt Dean coming closer and leaning on him as he started kissing Randall's ear, neck then collarbone - all the while, grinding himself on Randall.

Kyle rubbed the back of Randall's neck, shoulders and pressed a few points between the shoulder blades and finally, just below. After that, he continued kissing Randall, starting from the collarbone back to his ear.

Kyle started licking his ear again and said a few words. Randall was barely conscious of what was being said and what he answered automatically.

He didn't know what he was saying, really.

All he knew was that he was feeling good.

Very, very good.

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Once Kyle was sure that the truth serum was working, Kyle got off Randall's lap and leaned against the sofa. He rubbed the top of his head vigorously as he continued to ask the zoned out Randall some questions.

It was good to be back on track but damn, that was one hell of a detour.

Kyle sighed as he zipped up his pants and continued asking the pertinent questions. The truth serum only worked to give the information, but it didn't mean that Randall would be cooperative without the additional measures.

Hence, Kyle had pressed the necessary acupuncture points to make him more pliant and weak, while continuing to caress him once in a while.

"How did you find out about the mole?" Kyle asked while steadily taking off Randall's pants.

Unlike Samantha, which only required some massage techniques to make her think she had been having intense sex the entire time, Randall needed ... a little bit of extra effort. There was absolutely no way he would not be feeling the pain that no massage could simulate.

There was only one way to get that sort of sensation.

"We caught him in the act," Randall said, breathing heavily while biting his bottom lip.

Kyle frowned at that. The mole wasn't an amateur.

Kyle asked a few more questions to get to the bottom of it. After finding out how, Kyle sighed. Turns out his woman did him in. This is why the Underworld can't really have relationships.

No matter how good you are, there will be times you let your guard down. Most of the time, that happens in bed, or the person you share your bed with. The more mind-blowing the sex, the less guarded one gets.

Kyle continued to ask a few more questions and when finally done, Kyle took out what appeared to be beads on a rope.

The sizes of the beads increased, from small to large and there were about 2 inches of space between each bead. Taking a packet from his pocket, he tore it open and poured all the lubricant onto the beads.

He looked at Randall and took a deep breath. He had already blocked the sense of pain on the lower part of Randall's body, but he still needed to loosen up that butthole.

Damn, Big Bro Nic. The things I do for you, Kyle thought to himself as he first massaged some of the lubricant right at the b*tthole before inserting the first bead. Once he was sure it was stretched enough, he pushed in another, then another.

'Oh please let there not be any poop in there' Kyle prayed.