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“Alek.” My name is a desperate plea on his lips.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want what you won’t give me,” he says, eyeing my mouth. “But let me come and I may forgive you.”

I lean over him, my face rubbing against his as I move inside his ass. He turns his head and his lips touch my cheek.

“You make me feel so good,” he whispers. “Your cock…” he gasps. “God, your fucking cock is perfect.”

When I ease away, my eyes land on the pre-cum dripping from his head and smearing on his stomach. I push his legs up, bringing his ass off the bed slightly, giving me the perfect angle to hit his prostate.

“Oh shit,” he cries, eyes squeezing closed briefly before they lock onto mine in a frenzied panic. “What...oh fuck...that’s it. That feels incredible. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

I don’t. I keep going. Hitting it a little harder but never slowing down.

“I can’t wait to see that cum shoot out of your cock,” I say, not taking my eyes off of his erection as it lays against his stomach. “I want to see just how much you loved my controlled fun.”

“Oh shit,” he breathes, body tense.

I let loose, moving as fast and going as deep as I can. I should worry that I’ll hurt him, but it never crosses my mind. His face lets me know he’s enjoying it. His noises and mumbled words demand I keep going.

“Alek,” he gasps, eyes flying open. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

“Come for me.”

White ribbons shoot from his slit, landing on his chest and stomach, and Jay cries out before finally reaching down and grabbing his dick.

Coming hands free is rare, but not impossible, and it’s one of my favorite things to do to someone.

Cum keeps erupting even as he’s just holding himself.

“Holy fuck,” he cries. “Oh my God, I...I...oh God.”

“That’s it. Fuck, you look so good right now.”

It only takes another two minutes before my balls draw up and inexplicable pleasure floods me. My voice bellows into the room, deep and low, scratching my throat as my own release pours out of me.

“Fucking hell,” I cry, my body shaking.

Jay’s nothing but moans and whimpers below me, muttering words I can’t quite hear. It takes a minute before I’m able to pull out of him, holding onto the condom. I don’t have the energy for much right now, so after tying it off and tossing it in the trash next to the nightstand, I fall into bed next to him and we catch our breath together.

Jayden

11

After allowinghimself a couple minutes to get his breathing under control, Aleksander gets up and hops in the shower without any parting words. The man is an enigma. I truly don’t understand why I’m so drawn to him. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s a mystery—a puzzle. I want to find all the pieces and put them together to figure him out.

I got a hint that the relationship he had with his parents might’ve been a little rocky. He hardly seemed affected by their deaths, but I know some people can handle their emotions better than others. It’s not like he’s the best at showing any emotion anyway.

There have been brief moments where I’ll catch him grinning or laughing, and I find myself waiting for those, wanting to be the one who creates the crack in his wall.

When we fuck, he does it without emotion. There are never times where he’s gentle or soft. He doesn’t kiss, and apparently doesn’t suck dick, but I’m determined to get him to break that last rule. But the fact that he’s so anti-intimacy sparks curiosity. How can you be with men and yet not want to perform blowjobs?

Regardless of all that, I still enjoy our time together. It’s not like I require whispered love declarations while in the midst of getting fucked. I’ve only felt close to being in love once before, but that didn’t work out because he was never gonna come out of the closet. I had a girlfriend say she loved me, but I didn’t feel the same way, and she ended things shortly after.

While he’s in the shower, I think about joining him, but I doubt he’s interested in that. Instead, I go to the bathroom in the other bedroom and clean up quickly, grabbing my lounge clothes from my backpack to change into.

When I emerge into the living room area of the suite, I find him standing over a table littered with papers and an open laptop, talking on the phone to someone about business.

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