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Needing to feel him, I reach between us and grab his dick, tugging him from base to tip. Yuri tosses his head back and I lean forward, attacking his neck. I lick and nip at him, unable to control my thrusts as I swallow down the taste of his sweat and skin.

Before long, I’m letting my hips swing freely, fucking Yuri hard. He grunts each time my hips meet his.

Cursing, I jerk his cock faster as my thrusts speed up. I need him to come. He has to come so I can. I need to see his release coating his belly to give me that extra push over the edge. Not like I really need it. The way his hole is hugging me and how he sounds when I shove my cock into him, I’m closer than I’d like to be.

Just when I think I’ll beat him to the finish line, Yuri croaks out a warning, then he’s coming, his release going on and on, painting his abs and coating my fingers. I continue to jerk him, wanting to drain him dry.

One he’s finishes, I pull out of him, snatch the condom off and jerk myself until I’m coming, my load joining his.

Unable to hold myself up, I collapse onto him. I see why Yuri is so winded when we’re done—fucking like that takes a lot of energy.

Yuri wraps his arms and legs around me protectively and whispers, “Welcome home, baby.”

eighteen

CLAY

Waking up with Yuri is the best thing I can imagine. Granted, we’ve been waking up with each other almost every day before I moved in, but knowing he wanted me here and we share the same space makes it better. As usual, Yuri is wrapped around me, holding me tight with his face burrowed in the back of my neck.

We’ve been living together for six weeks now and I can’t have asked for a better boyfriend. He’s a lot smarter than I would have thought, effortlessly helping me study for my exams and explaining some things I still didn’t understand.

“How come you didn’t go to college?” I ask him one night as we’re cooking dinner. Well, Yuri is cooking. I’m mostly in his way and he’s too polite to tell me to move. “You’re obviously stupidly smart. You could study anything you want and be successful.”

He stirs the food that’s in a pot on the stove, smiling at me over his shoulder. “Thanks. I could go. It’s not like I don’t have enough money now to do just that.” He turns the burner down and leans against the counter to look at me. “I don’t know what I’d even want to go for. I still don’t know what I would do if I go. Besides, going to college isn’t for everyone. If I do go, it might be to get a trade. There’s good money and experience in that.”

I nod because he has a good point and he’s right. A lot of people shit on those working a trade, but it’s stupid. Just because a fuck load of money was spent on a degree doesn’t mean you’ll use it or find a good job when you graduate.

“You’re right. If you ever decide you’d like to go, I’ll help you study.”

He grins and comes over to me, kissing me soundly. “Hopefully the study sessions come with hand jobs after we’re finished.”

I giggle, shaking my head. “Or you can have my ass.”

“Or you can have mine.”

Since I moved in, Yuri has let me have his ass numerous times. I don’t think I’ll get over how fucking phenomenal he feels. Every time I slide into him, I know there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

With his arms wrapped around me, Yuri kisses my chin. “Tomorrow is the big day. You excited?”

I grin. Tomorrow is graduation day. The last four years have been leading up to this day. Walking across that stage and getting my degree has made all the shit I’ve been going through to pay my tuition worth it.

“Very. My family should be in later today. They’re pretty excited for me too and will take over our couches for a few hours. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. I like your family.”

When my parents or brothers call, they always speak to Yuri, treating him like family. Even Jay. After a few conversations he’s been less awkward when talking to Yuri. I’m glad he can see past the porn star he ogled in the past and just see him as my boyfriend now.

I pull him in for a kiss, not getting enough of his lips. “They like you too. My mom keeps asking when I’ll bring you to visit Maine. Want to take a trip up there with me? Smell all the green trees and hike some trails?”

Yuri told me his hometown of Cliff Point has beautiful trails. He and Max talked about them often and in great detail. They’ve actually had plenty of conversations without me about trails and plants and animals and shit. Initially I was jealous of Yuri taking all the conversation with Max, but that only lasted a second. It occurred to me then that Max was comfortable talking to my boyfriend on his own.

The sound of Yuri’s laughter makes my heart swell. I could listen to it all day. “Oh yeah, I’d love to. Max would as well. It’s not a private affair, is it?”

God, I love how he loves my family. “Nope. Everyone is welcome. It’s one of the things we do as a family. We all love the outdoors.”

“Count me in.”

My family arrives a few hours later, loud, overwhelming, and loving. We stay inside and order pizza, all of us trying to talk over the others. I’m used to it, since this is how I grew up. Yuri looks a little out of his element but tries to keep up. My mother peppers him with more questions, asking about his intentions with me. My face burns, but Yuri takes it in stride.

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