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"Mmphh. Noah," Lane whispers, and I nod, licking my lips.

"That's good, yeah?"

Lane bites his lip and nods, looking so deliciously helpless that I almost lean forward and kiss him. He seems to consider the same idea, but goes for my neck again instead, while I try to thrust against him, but it's too awkward of an angle. I try to shift us so he can tilt his hips, but the bed is in the way. Again, Lane surprises me, pulling me against his body so my legs all but wrap around his hips. He lifts us both and then lays me down on the bed, settling between my legs.

As soon as my back hits the mattress, I reach over to my nightstand and grab a bottle of lotion I keep there, quickly filling my palm with it before reaching between us. Taking both our cocks in my hand again, I lose myself in the sensation of jerking us both off together. At first, it’s my hand doing most of the work. But then Lane leans in further over my body and tentatively rolls his hips, thrusting into my hand. We both moan at the way our cocks rub together at the new angle, and Lane wraps his hand around mine, encouraging me to squeeze a little tighter as he thrusts against me. His abs contract as he moves, his eyes glued to the action between us as he thrusts faster. Our balls grind together with his motion, and fuck, that’s good.

“Yes. Fuck me just like that, Lane. Just like that.”

“Oh, God.”

“Are you going to come all over me, little brother?”

“God, Noah, I’m going to come.”

“Yes, Fuck, Yes. Come all over me. I want to be covered in your cum.”

“Fuck. Noah. I?—“

“Give it to me, baby. Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

“I’m coming!”

“Yes, yes, yes?—“

Pressure builds in my heavy balls as pleasure radiates out from the base of my spine. I’m driving my hips up, meeting him thrust for thrust as my climax builds.

Lane’s cock grows harder, expanding and contracting as he pulses out spurts of cum that coat my cock and lower stomach. The warm, wet splashes push me over the edge and I cry out his name, stroking us faster until my cock erupts all over his. It’s not enough though.

I sit up and roll us over so I’m straddling his waist, rubbing against him like a cat in heat. My cock keeps spasming, coming endlessly as I mash our bodies together, spreading our cum all over us both until we’re both spent, and I’m laying boneless over Lane’s broad chest.

CHAPTER 22

LANE

Tension melts off me like wax from a candle as we catch our breaths.

"Sorry," Noah huffs, pushing himself up to move off me.

"No. Stay." It's a quiet request, one I'm not interested in thinking too hard about. The weight of Noah's body is grounding me, comforting me in a way that I've not experienced before.

Usually, the guilt sets in almost as soon as the high wears off, but this time, the high stays. I feel… satiated. Secure. Safe. Noah adjusts so he’s more comfortable, and I know I'll eventually have to let him get up, but I'm too comfortable to even consider it right now.

Somewhere between the orgasm high, my stress rattled brain, and the sleep threatening to pull me down, I've entered a new headspace. I feel weightless. Not brave, but not afraid. Not angry, but not sad. Not happy, either. I just am. And it’s freeing. Just being me, with no faults or accolades, no judgements or expectations. I'd float away if not for the weight of Noah's body.

I'm vaguely aware of a slight tickling sensation on my stomach. I reluctantly crack open an eye to find Noah tracing patterns through the mess on my stomach.

"Who's the cum slut now?" I ask groggily.

He lifts his head to stare at me, wide eyed. "Are you high?"

Is this what being high feels like? I close my eyes and lay my head back, pulling Noah's head back to my chest before dropping my arm to the mattress.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Noah asks hesitantly.

"What is there to talk about?"

"Uh, a lot, actually."

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