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“Mm, that’s where you’re wrong,” I said, coming to stand beside him. “You are more than special—you’re precious.” I touched his cheek tenderly, his five o’clock shadow rough against my fingertips. He tipped his head back to look up at me, and I could see his pulse thrumming in his throat, so fast. “Come with me,” I said, offering my hand. “I want to show you something.” He didn’t hesitate to put his hand in mine and let me pull him up, and I vowed never to betray that trust.

I drew him with me out through the balcony door, the concrete cold on my bare feet. Summer was nearly over, which meant that everything else was coming to a close as well. Filming would soon be wrapping up, and so would my relationship with Arlo. The mere thought of waking up alone made an empty chasm yawn open inside me, echoing every beat of my heart.

Outside, the city was coming alive now that the sun had set. I drew Arlo in front of me, pressing him up to the railing, caging him in with my arms on both sides. It was a long drop to the street below. There were taller buildings around us now, but once, a hundred years ago, we would’ve been at the top of the world.

“Look around you. What do you see?” I asked, bringing myself flush behind him and letting the heat from his body soak into me.

He looked around, up and down, observing. “I dunno. Cars, buildings… the moon, stars,” he said, tipping his head back and resting it on my shoulder.

I reached up and pulled the tie from his hair, running my fingers through it, which made him murmur in pleasure, arching his back like a cat. “There’s a whole world out there. Billions of people living their lives, oblivious to us standing here. We’re invisible in this moment, just a couple grains of sand on a whole beach, but imagine for one second that you had the power to make them all look,” I whispered, my lips trailing along the shell of his ear. I saw goosebumps raise across the skin of his neck, disappearing under the collar of his shirt, and I chased after them with my tongue. “Imagine that you were so enthralling that they couldn’t look away.”

Arlo rubbed his ass back against my growing bulge. “What could be so fascinating about little old me?” he said, his voice unsteady. “Before you came along, I was a nobody, and after you leave, I’ll be a nobody again.”

“You were never a nobody.” With one hand at his crotch, the other at his throat, I held him there against me. “No matter how hard you tried to hide, Arlo, I saw you.”

I reluctantly let go of him, but only to unbutton his pants, shoving them down to his ankles, along with his underwear. “Brace yourself on the railing,” I said, my voice a whole octave lower.

His breath came in uneven pants, but he didn’t stop me. Instead, he obeyed. “Max, we should go inside. Someone could see us.” He gripped the railing hard, knuckles going white, and he looked around, searching for witnesses.

“Exactly, that’s the whole point,” I growled, unzipping my pants and pulling myself out. I’d never been so hard in my life. I placed the tip of my cock at his entrance and paused there. “How does it make you feel that someone could be watching us right this second?”

His breath hitched in his throat. “Excited,” he admitted, sounding almost surprised. “Powerful.”

“And you are powerful, Arlo. I would give you the world if you’d let me.” With that pledge, I surged forward, breaching his hole with one thrust. I groaned low as I sheathed myself inside his tight heat. Arlo barely let a little whimper escape, but I knew he had more in him than that. He was still self-conscious, worried about who might hear us.

I slid my left hand back up to his throat, adding just enough pressure to restrict a bit of blood flow, intensifying the sensations for him. “Max,” he pleaded, trying to writhe against me, though I didn’t think he knew exactly what he wanted. Faster or slower, hard or gentle. Either way, he knew I would take good care of him.

In a wave of desperation, I gripped his shirt and tore it open, buttons popping, but I couldn’t give a shit. I wanted to feel every inch of him and show him to the world. It seemed impossible that I was the only one who’d recognized his true worth. He was incredible.

My thighs burned as I grinded into him in slow, deep thrusts. I licked the fingers of my right hand then ran a hand down his torso, pausing to tease at his nipples, making them slippery with my spit. He moaned quietly, but I wanted more from him. I wanted him to scream my name to the rooftops. I pinched and twisted his nipple sharply, and he couldn’t stop the choked curse. “Fuck!”

With our remaining clothes in disarray, I fucked him slowly, building the tension between us. I’d become adept at reading his body, the sounds he made, the way he moved as he neared his release. He was close… but I could edge him even closer.

I stopped my thrusts and moved my hand lower, gripping his cock. I squeezed it hard to keep him with me, pinching the tip to hold back his climax. He whimpered in frustration. “Let the world watch you,” I rasped against his neck, “because you are so damn beautiful.”

Frantically, he let go of the railing and reached back, tangling his fingers into my hair and pulling in desperation. He couldn’t take much more.

“I’m gonna fuck your ass now, and you’re going to come for me. I want you to shout, let them hear you,” I demanded. The heat and the pressure threatened to engulf me. I felt nearly animalistic, and I allowed my base instinct to take over. To claim. They could watch him all they wanted, but I would show them that he was mine. And just as surely, I was his.

As I unleashed myself, I thrust into him hard and fast, racing toward the finish line. Slick was pouring out of him now, coating us both. I didn’t want to come without him. As I pounded his ass, I jerked his cock in tandem in my fist. I was careful not to increase the pressure on his throat, even as my own pleasure peaked. His mouth hung open, sounds of pleasure and desperation floating out into the night. “Oh gods, I’m so… I’m gonna…”

“Come now, Arlo. Fuck, come!” I howled, my balls clenching painfully hard.

As if waiting for permission, he cried out, his dick pulsing in my grip, releasing his cum, thick and hot, all over my hand. My hips stuttered as my orgasm washed through me, and I buried myself as deep as I could in his channel. As I unloaded my release inside him, I imagined us on a stage, all eyes on us. They couldn’t look away, and who could blame them? Arlo was a vision.

With another wave of heat, my knot came next, and I jerked as it squeezed in, thickening and locking our bodies together. Blood rushed south, and my knees threatened to give out as the world spun around me, the city lights a blur. I closed my eyes, gasping to catch my breath.

Ever so slowly, we came down from the high. I became aware of the cool breeze wicking away the sweat from our feverish skin, the concrete under my feet. More importantly, of Arlo, so at peace in my arms. And as the fantasy dissolved, reality came crashing down, and it made me almost sad. Nobody was watching us, not really. And Arlo wasn’t mine to keep.

“I get it now,” Arlo said at last, chuckling, turning his head to look back at me. “I could get addicted to that kind of power. It made me feel strong.”

“You are strong,” I assured him, “but I will gladly fuck you out here anytime you need a reminder.”

“I’ll bet,” he said, his laughter the sweetest sound.

When I’d softened enough, I tugged my knot from his ass, backing up to watch how my seed dripped down his legs. “Come on, let’s go have a bath,” I said, kicking away my pants.

“With jets?” he asked sleepily.

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