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“Just trying to say that it feels nice,” Oliver said, reaching to sweep a hand through Floyd’s hair. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart. I love it. Keep going.”

Floyd turned his attention back to Oliver’s cock, continuing to take him into his mouth, his nose bumping Oliver’s pelvic area with every few bobs of his head.

“Use your hand, too,” Oliver said. “Please.”

As soon as Floyd’s strong hand wrapped around his shaft, Oliver lifted his hips off the mattress, nearly climaxing. God, Floyd was so strong. It was evident even in what was a fairly light grip.

“Christ, Floyd, you’re incredible,” Oliver moaned, his hips lifting once more.

Floyd removed his mouth, and a thin thread of spittle lingered, stretching between the head of Oliver’s cock and Floyd’s lips for the briefest second before falling away. It was probably the single most exciting thing Oliver had ever seen in his life.

“Oh, shit,” Oliver whispered, his eyebrows knitting together, warm heat pooling low.

“Do you want me faster?” Floyd asked, his voice rough.

“Yes, yes, oh my God, yes,” Oliver responded in a pleading tone. “I’m so close.”

Floyd obliged.

In seconds, Oliver’s hips were squirming against the mattress, the feeling of pressure making his cock ache for release. Exhaling a ragged breath, Oliver threaded his fingers through Floyd’s locks, unable to hold the least bit still anymore. When his hips rose up again, one of Floyd’s forearms came to rest across Oliver’s pelvis, pinning him down.

“Oh, God,” Oliver said, barely able to stop himself from begging Floyd to remove it. He tried to let Floyd hold him in place but couldn’t. “It’s too much. I can’t take it. I...”

All of a sudden, Oliver’s thigh started to shake, something that had never happened in intimacy, and then his cock started to pulse. He cried out Floyd’s name, followed by a whispered string of expletives, and emptied himself into Floyd’s mouth.

When Floyd pushed himself to his knees, Oliver saw that magnificent cock of his sticking straight out, the moist head practically crying for attention.

“Come up here, sweetheart,” Oliver said.

He struggled to sit up as Floyd walked up toward Oliver on his knees. Soon, Floyd’s cock was right in front of him. He moved to touch it but stopped himself.

“Can I take care of you now?” Oliver asked.

Floyd nodded. “Yeah.”

As soon as Oliver’s hand was on Floyd’s cock, he let out the most exquisite moan. Oliver was only able to rub him a few times before Floyd scooted forward more, urging his cock toward Oliver’s lips. After a pause, Oliver kissed the head, but then moved his mouth away.

“Oh, God, Ollie, please,” Floyd said.

“Language,” Oliver chastised playfully. “Naughty.”

Floyd’s thumb brushed Oliver’s lips. “Please.”

“Of course.”

So, Oliver took Floyd into his mouth, and over the next few minutes, Floyd slowly but surely lost himself to pleasure, moaning words like “shit” and “Jesus,” even once saying the wonderful phrase “I love seeing my cock in your mouth, Ollie,” which wasn’t too naughty, Oliver supposed, though it was still Goddamn wonderful to hear.

When Floyd came, Oliver happily swallowed every drop.

Floyd climbed off him and collapsed onto the bed. Dazed and happy, Oliver rolled onto his side—onto his uninjured shoulder—to face Floyd, who immediately reached up to touch his hair.

“Ollie,” Floyd said, threading his fingers through it. “I love you.”

Oliver smiled. “I love you, too, sweetheart.” Oliver closed his eyes to bask in the perfection of this moment. “God, I love you so, so much.”

As Oliver let himself enjoy the soft care of Floyd’s touches, he found his mind circling back to Floyd’s love confession—the one for Matt. It hurt Oliver’s heart to know that Floyd had been hurting for so long, both before Oliver had met him, and then, all throughout the time when the two of them had been falling in love. It was so heartbreaking to know that Floyd had been keeping so much love and loss inside of him. Oliver never wanted Floyd to feel like he had to lose Matt in order to keep him. Or that by being close with him, he was losing someone who had been so very important in his life.

“I meant what I told you earlier,” Oliver said. “About never letting you forget Matt.”

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