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Riding the wave ofecstasy,Hunter moved his hips as he fucked his ownhanduntil Ethan withdrew his fingers and rolled Hunter on his back.
"I want to lookintoyour eyes when I take you for the first time. Are you ready?"
"More than ready, Sir."
"Goodboy." Ethan sat back on his haunches and rolled a condom over hisperfectly shapedcock. Afterliberallycoating it with lube, Ethan pushedHunter'slegs in the air and placed the tipathis back hole.
"Look. At. Me."
Startled by the forceful comment, Hunter opened his eyes. He hadn't even realized he’d closed them. Using the midnight blue as an anchor, he stared into Ethan's eyes, as the Dom claimed Hunter's body—inch by delectable inch.
Ethan's eyes almost rolled to the back of his head as he eased the last part of his cock inside Hunter.
Fuck, he's tight.
His balls hit the man's firm buttocks. Ethan's body trembled with pleasure as the tightness and warmth enveloped him. As hewithdrew,Ethan added more lube before sinking back in. Hunter moaned, his back arching in response to the intense sensation.
Ethan leaned in for a kiss. There was nothing refined about the meeting of lips and tongues as they met in a passionate embrace. Buried balls-deep inside his man, waves of desire and contentment surged through Ethan's body.
Although on the receiving end of Ethan's dick, Hunter wasn't a passive lay. His hands explored every inch of Ethan's back, massaging his shoulders, stroking along his spine, and squeezing his flexing ass.
Bracing himself on his hands, Ethanset asteady rhythm.Hunter's moans of pleasure mingledwith his own, creating a symphony of ecstasy and fueling their desire for each other.
"Baby, play with your cock. I want to spill my load inside."
"Oh yes, yes. Come inside me. Give me your cum."
"You want that, huh? You want my hot cum filling you up, marking you as mine?" Ethan whispered in Hunter's ear. His voice thickened with desire. He increased his pace and his gaze dropped to the spot where they wereintimately connected.
His breath hitched as Hunter reached down to stroke his straining cock andmatchedEthan's rhythm. Each pound and each strokedrovethem both closer to the edge. The intensity of his pleasure built, his arms shook and his body trembled with anticipation as they neared their climax.
Hunter's movements became less coordinated and more frantic. "Oh fuck, Ethan, I'm so close," Hunter gasped, his voice strained with pleasure.
Ethan's thrusts becameferventand faster. "Comeforme, baby," Ethan growled. His words dripped with desire.
The moment Hunter's body convulsed, and his cock released jet after jet of cum, Ethan let out a primal roar as his own release hit him. As he shoved his hipsforward, his cock jerked inside Hunter, spilling his load into the protective latex. For a strange lucid moment, he lamented the barrier between them before his mind went blank and he collapsed on top of Hunter.
They lingered in bed for a while afterward, sharing soft touches and lazy kisses, basking in the afterglow of their shared orgasms.
Eventually, they moved to the shower, where warm water cascaded over them and offered another chance to explore each other's bodies with a tender, unhurried curiosity. As steam filled the air, they teased, laughed, and whispered compliments.
Dressed in only their boxers and tees, they wandered into Ethan's kitchen. Hunter was in awe with the place where every surface gleamed, and every utensil had its place. Leaning against the counter, Hunter sipped his coffee and watched Ethan move around the kitchen with the same precision and care he applied to every aspect of his life. Ethan whisked eggs with a practiced wrist, bacon sizzled in the pan, and bagels popped from the toaster with a soft click.
After setting down the bowl, Ethan placed a cutting board and a ripe melon in front of Hunter, along with a knife. With a smile and a toe-curling kiss, Ethan turned back to his eggs, seasoning them before pouring them into the hot pan. Hunter, feeling a bit out of his element, but charmed by the domesticity, chopped the melon, the knife slicing through the fruit with a satisfying sound.
As Ethan turned to check on him, Hunter held up a piece of melon in invitation. Ethan leaned in, accepting the fruit, his tongue brushing Hunter's fingers in a sneakily intimate gesture that made Hunter's heart skip a beat.
"What are your plans for today?" Ethan busied himself with setting the breakfast bar before plating the bacon.
"I've got the day until this evening." Hunter popped another piece of melon into his mouth. "There’s an MC meeting tonight I have to attend, but until then, I’m all yours."
Ethan flipped the eggs onto a plate beside the bacon. "Sounds like we’ve got some time, then. Maybe a walk in the park? Or we could just hang out here? I’m not used to having company," he admitted.
Hunter, moved by the openness between them, stepped closer, wrapping an arm around Ethan’s waist. Warmth and contentment enveloped him, as he savored their shared moment of intimacy. "Here sounds perfect," he murmured in a low voice. "I’m not in any rush to return to my usual chaos."
They settled at the table with the meal spread between them. The bacon was crisp and savory, the eggs seasoned and cooked to perfection. As they enjoyed their delicious breakfast, Hunter and Ethan engaged in a deep conversation. They discussed their individual goals and challenges. As Hunter talked about his hopes and dreams, he realized he had never been so open with anyone, not even his MC brothers.
The food was delicious, but it was the easy flow of conversation and shared glances that truly nourished Hunter. As they talked about everything and nothing, he realized how much he valued this quiet time with Ethan.
