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Not just that.

It was intense. Primal in a way that had me wanting to pound my chest and run through the streets, yelling ‘this man is mine’. For guys like us, who’d all but run screaming from that kind of ownership, it was telling. I saw the vulnerability in his eyes, the tears he couldn’t hide and fuck, it made me fall that much harder for my boo.

He was moving in here, with me, and that was that.

Forever. The end.

Well, not the end. To me, it was just the beginning.

I shifted, kissing the top of his head, and he let out a sigh that was pure contentment. It made me smile and squeeze him tighter. My cock was already chubbing up, ready for round two.

I’d never been fucked so thoroughly before. No. Fucked was not the right word. If anyone asked me what it was like sleeping with my best friend, I wouldn’t know what to say. Or rather, there was too much.

Do you have eternity?

There was no weird tension like there was sometimes with a stranger. No pretenses, no show. No pretending to be something I wasn't. Most people I’d fucked around with loved the idea of screwing me because I was a famous musician. That was fine, it was what it was. I soaked up their adoration too, so it worked both ways. But they didn’t get the real me. They got my rockstar persona.

Some musicians lived that way twenty-four seven—at shows, backstage, and in their day-to-day. But I had to keep something for myself. For me, and my friends and family. Otherwise, when the time comes to leave that spotlight forever, what are you going to do? Too many musicians couldn’t handle it when their fame waned. I didn’t want that. I was not going to be a shadow haunting the stage.

“I’m going to give you back some of your advice,” Faise muttered as he finally lifted his head up and looked at me. He gently pulled his cock out of my ass, and I felt more cum slip out of my hole. I’d never fucked bareback and it was the hottest thing ever. “Stop thinking so hard.”

I laughed and rolled him over, blanketing him with my heavier body.

“I was just thinking about how incredible this feels,” I confessed, cupping his face in my hands. “I never have to be anything but myself with you. And even if we didn’t have music, we’d still have each other.”

He turned his head and kissed my palm, his soft lips teasing my skin, sending a shockwave through my body. Just like that, I needed him again.

I bent down, taking his lips in a heated kiss.

We made out for ages, with sultry kisses and languid sighs, one taste more decadent than the next. His hands moved down over my back, to the swells of my ass, pulling me in closer. Our dicks were ready to go again, straining hard against each other, and I tilted my hips, needing more friction, needing to feel every inch of his skin against mine.

I kissed my way down his jaw, along his tender neck, and across his smooth pecs. I slid my tongue over one nipple, over his piercing, and sucked hard. Faise grabbed my hair in his hands and tugged me closer, urging me on, writhing beneath me.

“Love that,” he moaned. “More.”

I kissed my way over to his other nipple, licking it and giving it the same attention. When I slid my tongue around his piercing, Faise let out a filthy groan worthy of any porn star.

“Jesus Christ, I could come again. Just like this.”

“That’s a sexy idea, but first, I want to fuck you,” I whispered, moving my mouth down his body, kissing every inch of his chest, his abs. I slid one hand down to his ass. “I want you to walk around with my cum in your ass.”

Faise gripped my hair harder and hissed. “Holy shit, Ro, stop talking and just do it.”

I laughed out loud at his impatience, and the feeling was so fucking good. Only with Faise.

“Get on your knees,” I commanded. “And hold on to the headboard.”

“Still too much talking and not enough fucking.”

I grinned, and sat up, rolling him over with ease.

He grunted and humped the mattress. “Yes, please. You need to do that more.”

“You like it when I manhandle you?”

“Without question,” he moaned and pushed up onto his knees, his taut ass on full display. He glanced over his shoulder and gave me a saucy wink. “Well, big boy? I’m waiting.”

“I’m lubing,” I quipped as I fumbled around for the tube of lube.

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